Pur pet mobile of the bee.
Pur pet mobile of the bee.Written by Louise E.
A tiny little flyer,
Sits down on a branch,
With flowers.
It does its work,
So gracefully,
Finding nectar,
For the hive you see.
It buzzes from,
This to the next,
And leaves his spores,
Every where.
To fertilize and buzz,
Away again.
A bee is just,
A natures friend.
As he buzzes further,
Along the way,
It does it work,
In day by day.
That was what it was made,
To do,
The bee, the flower,
The hive, the honey.
Is as is, Is as should be.
Natures per pet mobile.
Poetry by Louise 55
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Written on 2017-08-05 at 07:16
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