A Bee
A buzzing creature, small but bold,
A bee, a symbol of a story untold.
It dances 'mongst the flowers fair,
Collecting nectar with such care.
Do we shrink in fear at its sting?
Or hear the gentle hum it brings?
Do we pause to watch and learn,
Or drive it away, our fear to yearn?
This tiny insect, so full of life,
Should be cherished, free from strife.
For it pollinates, and helps to grow,
The plants that give us life and show.
So next time you see a bee,
Think of all the good it can be.
And let it be, and watch it play,
A tiny piece in nature's ballet.
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