About the size of the top part of your little finger
Brown and honey coloured stripes are theirs
Transparent wings takes them to things
Things that they linger on
Linger on and pause too
Its part of their work
Sometimes makes an audible sound
Whether in the air or on the ground
Will never hurt you
Never hurt unless you harm them
She smiles to herself
When she sees them
Up until last December they were there
Flying in and around the air
Their whole life they give us
Pollinating all the flowers they can find
Altogether and in a measure
A tablespoon of honey
Comes from a lifespan of daily grind.
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