Bees

In the hive, all of us thrive 
Pop! Off goes the top
Land, oh no here comes the hand
Out we go some say “protect the queen!”
We land on the sweet smelling flower 
We try to collect all its power 
Feet sticky with pollen 
Dust sloped on our noses 
I fly past some trees as tall as giants 
Buzz near flowers with brightly coloured petals
Land on silky soft petals the colour of the sun 
Buzz over to the baby pink blanket 
I rest my cheek on the soft pillows
Then slide down the stem 
I fly back to my hive as if it was a golden sun.