When life gets
so incredibly
lonely on the inside,
step outside...
In awe, there is no
loneliness
only the steady pulse
of nature's applause

She is hurt.
She is tired,
yet she always
wears a smile.

It’s not easy to be a bee
Our crowded view of life
Sometimes the only thing I see
Are trouble, toil and strife

We search to find the source of food
Then hurry to the hive
We hype the others in the mood
With waggle dance and jive

The queen, protected and aloof
Not like all the others
She is the sign and living proof
When smoke comes and smothers

Work and waggle, my daily chore
Then search a place to hide
Being a bee is so much more
When dodging pesticide

I’m a worker, and not a drone
I hope that you can see
When you harvest sweet honeycomb
It tough being a bee

I love how you laugh,
Thinking I already found my other half,
Cause without you,
I can't say the words I love you.

I believe in every word,
And the things that I always heard.
I believe in love that has no detail,
The way others believe in fairytale.

Love is a choice,
It's not just a flower or a toy,
That you can pick or buy easily,
And just leave there solitary.