Stumbling, pollen-drunk,
from bloom to bloom,
legs heavy with gold for her queen.
Rejoicing in sunlight,
she moves in the moment,
observes every flower,
intent on her task.
Can we, who are living
in fear and in crisis,
take heed of her humming
and be more bee?
Stumbling, pollen-drunk,
from bloom to bloom,
legs heavy with gold for her queen.
Rejoicing in sunlight,
she moves in the moment,
observes every flower,
intent on her task.
Can we, who are living
in fear and in crisis,
take heed of her humming
and be more bee?