A Single Bee

A single bee Buzzed about Amongst the flowers wild. Its little wings were spritely things As fragile as a child. A flower saw, With eyes alert, The bee was feeling down. "Sweet little lad, why are you sad?" Her voice a tender sound. He sighed aloud. "The sun you see, It hides behind the trees. The wind is strong, and blows along To rustle all the leaves. "My eyes they hurt, A sight to see, The dreary day today. The butterflies that fill the skies Are gone; they've flown away." The flower smiled. And music-like Her voice was there to soothe. "Your cheery days and happy ways Will soon return to you. "The clouds will lift And sun will shine. The wind will quiet down. The butterflies that fill the skies Will flutter round and round. "So worry not; All will be fine. Your face will wear a smile. But my heart weeps and fear doth creeps In regions of my mind. "The wars are fought Long miles away, And blood and tears are spilt. No happy cheer is welcome there. All flowers there will wilt. "And in the East The drought is long. The wind is absent too. The babies cry and cattle die; Good thoughts are shared by few. "It brings a tear, I see it there; Your eyes gleam deep and sad. But I could not leave truth to rot Although you're but a lad. "For I see all. And worry so 'Bout Future, Past, and Present. But you will go through life and know Of nothing but the pleasant."