The Honeybee
The other side of the truthAmong all the beautiful flowers In the garden of dream land A wildflower... raw one Was hiding in the shades of green. It was me... all alone. Bees were flying by Stinky and clever eye Glistering in dirty greed Scared, buried myself Inside the shell of long sharp thorns Forbidding them to get cozier. A sudden wave of fresh air Passed through me Confused... I opened up petals You flew by me Made me experience sunshine aga...