Our Native Bees

Buzz.

I watched the Native bee carefully as it zipped towards the bright, yellow flower

and my heart raced as fast as lightning. 

Buzz, buzz.

The Native Bee landed on the flower sipping wildly

as the wind blew it around like a washing machine. 

Buzz.

The Native Bee clung to the flower tightly.

Buzz, buzz. 

The vibrant, colourful garden is a hive of activity.