The Bees

The Bees

The garden is in full bloom-
thorns guarding roses.
Distinct floral perfume,
pleases our hungry noses.
Birds and insects are busy
with a pleasure Spring trek.
Yet the bees seem nosy,
giving each flower a little peck.
They pick the prettiest of all,
with petals most delicate.
Though the bees are small,
they have abilities innate.
They collect the finest nectar
to make the sweetest honey.
A bee is an active pollinator
that doesn’t work for money!

© Taruchaya

2021 April PAD Challenge: Day 4
Prompt, write an active poem.

Published by Taruchaya

I'm the vast azure sky...I always look up very high. I'm the indefatigable air...my mark is present everywhere. I'm the water of ocean and sea...you just can't live without me. I'm the unrestrained fire. I'm a secret desire. I'm the ineffable earth. I'm ineluctable since birth !!

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