Bees

Her beautiful leaves dancing in the wind,
So warm and free, being one with this beautiful breeze 
Our wings rest and fall on these interesting things,
Harvesting our food four our  glorious queen
Home is only a wingbeat away,
Lifting off to my home, trying not to get lost in her hexagonal maze,
We’re home so happy my job has been laid to rest,
Tired and exhausted my friends have come back,
With loads of honey on its back,
We’re here to deliver and approached the queen with a shiver,
The upholding queen sings with a sliver.