Beneath the sun, my mind’s a-floating,
Eager bees surround, their buzzing gloating.
Each buzz seems like a radiant song,
Keep me calm, but wait, where did I belong?
Even the hives look like they’re swaying,
Pollen clouds dance, and I feel like playing!
Every bee’s a friend—what’s that? A sting?
“Chill, little buddies, I’m just here to bring!”
“Grin, grin, all day,” I laugh at the queens,
Oh, what a sight, in my dreamy scenes!
Rolling in fields, wildflowers galore,
“Hey, is that honey, or did I just score?”
Each drop of sweet nectar, I ponder in bliss,
Remembering, oh yes, I still need to whack this.
So when you see a keeper with a dazed, silly smile,
Think of the bees—let them carry the while!
It’s a buzz-worthy world when your mind’s in the skies,
With joy in the hive, under breezy, bright highs.
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