To be, To be, To be

To be, to be, to be —
Singing a song, a bee.
She truly loves the flowers,
She loves their endless colors,
She loves the soft transitions,
She loves their sweet aroma,
She loves all that she collects —
The plants adore her taste.

They keep the Sun’s connection
And try their own attractions.
The Sun shows how to shine diverse —
And why I write this verse.

But most of all —
 she loves the yellow,
For honey, and for sun,
To be, to be, to be —
Singing a song, a bee,
All day — she gets things done.
 
Review II on this poem.

“To Be, To Be, To Be” is a delicate meditation on nature, work, and joy through the humble figure of a bee. With lyrical repetition and simple, heartfelt language, she captures the beauty of purpose and the harmony between light, flowers, and motion. The poem buzzes with quiet wisdom — a gentle reminder that even the smallest life can hold deep meaning and grace.