Honey bees are vital to our survival. They are currently threatend with extinction by Colony Collapse Disorder.
Asleep for Winter lies the hive,
tread softly, for it's still alive.
Honey bees in hive, Bumbles in the ground,
from Earth or hive not the tiniest sound.
No waggle-dance or buzzing,
no pollen-packs or fussing.
Inside the Hive, combs are a-glowing,
outside a cold North wind is blowing.
Winter bees feed on their hoard,
in rows of sticky gold it's stored.
Sweetness oozing cell by cell,
a wondrous story here to tell.
All huddled together a bundled swarm,
keeping each worker nice and warm.
A glorious sight, but rarely seen,
and at its midst, the regal Queen.
Natures wonders deep within,
mother and sisters, all are kin.
And thus they'll live, our friends the bees,
waiting for pollen from flowers and trees.
Through Winter's strife we hope they live,
for they have many gifts to give.
Without the bees we cannot survive,
it's thanks to them that we're alive.
Not one drone allowed to live,
through Winter - they have nought to give.
Come Springtime when again birds sing,
a miracle the Queen will bring...
Each tiny egg in cell is laid,
with Nature's magic, some drones are made!
And they will mate with each new Queen,
the Biggest Miracle ever seen!
So friends, remember these wondrous bees,
and thank the Lord God upon your knees.
Without them, nought to eat is left,
the world quite barren and bereft
Poetry by normalil
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Written on 2008-11-30 at 22:57
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Winter Hive.
Winter HiveAsleep for Winter lies the hive,
tread softly, for it's still alive.
Honey bees in hive, Bumbles in the ground,
from Earth or hive not the tiniest sound.
No waggle-dance or buzzing,
no pollen-packs or fussing.
Inside the Hive, combs are a-glowing,
outside a cold North wind is blowing.
Winter bees feed on their hoard,
in rows of sticky gold it's stored.
Sweetness oozing cell by cell,
a wondrous story here to tell.
All huddled together a bundled swarm,
keeping each worker nice and warm.
A glorious sight, but rarely seen,
and at its midst, the regal Queen.
Natures wonders deep within,
mother and sisters, all are kin.
And thus they'll live, our friends the bees,
waiting for pollen from flowers and trees.
Through Winter's strife we hope they live,
for they have many gifts to give.
Without the bees we cannot survive,
it's thanks to them that we're alive.
Not one drone allowed to live,
through Winter - they have nought to give.
Come Springtime when again birds sing,
a miracle the Queen will bring...
Each tiny egg in cell is laid,
with Nature's magic, some drones are made!
And they will mate with each new Queen,
the Biggest Miracle ever seen!
So friends, remember these wondrous bees,
and thank the Lord God upon your knees.
Without them, nought to eat is left,
the world quite barren and bereft
Poetry by normalil
Read 1132 times
Written on 2008-11-30 at 22:57
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