The sun shines bright, the flowers bloom,
But danger lurks, in this sweet perfume,
For a swarm of bees, have come to attack,
Their target, the sweet nectar, they won't hold back.

It starts with a buzz, a warning sound,
As the bees gather, and their numbers abound,
Their queen leads the way, with a fierce determination,
To protect their hive, from any invasion.

The flowers sway, as the bees descend,
Their stingers ready, their mission to defend,
The honey bees, with their striped black and yellow,
Are not to be taken lightly, they're no mere fellow.

They fly in formation, like a deadly fleet,
And with each sting, they leave a painful feat,
Their venom spreads, causing fear and pain,
As they continue their attack, with no refrain.

The air is filled, with screams and cries,
As people run, to escape the bees' surprise,
But amidst the chaos, there's a sense of awe,
For these tiny creatures, have a powerful flaw,

For every sting, that they leave behind,
A drop of honey, they also find,
A reminder, that in this attack,
There's still sweetness, in this honey bee act.

And as the swarm finally disperses,
Leaving behind, their victims in curses,
The honey bees return, to their hive,
With a sense of duty, and purpose to thrive.

For in this world, where danger looms,
The honey bee's attack, is nature's way to resume,
Balance and harmony, in this delicate dance,
For without these tiny warriors, we'd have no chance.

So let us remember, the honey bee's plight,
And respect their power, in this fight,
For they may attack, with a deadly sting,
But they also bring, the sweetness of spring.



© king
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