sun kissed wings, glistening bright

glimpses of movement within sight

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honey bees flitting here, there

tiny beauties carrying pollen with skilled flair

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bush to bush, flower to flower

working hard, hour by hour

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busy they must be

pollination, a major key

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purpose, transferring this golden essence

no life without the bees presence

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pure honey, another miracle achieved

many gifts we receive

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where do bees go, when day turns to twilight

a secret, a mystery of the night

                                                                                     By Sheila: August 29 2013