His Feet are shod with Gauze -
Emili Dikinson
It is befitting calling bee's wings - feet
For air is medium of her days beat
She clever walks above Noon Clover Sea,
Swings on a flower, dives in blooms on trees.
Bee sees the world of green, and world of sky
She is responsible to multiply.
To start - by lens of her compound eyes,
Then by her thirst for dew, by walk and fly.
It is befitting calling bee's world - blue
She dressed in golden armor and the hue
Of sounds - Chanting her toil daily stances:
Come sisters, honey - and their choir dances.