Pollinators Poem

In the old Woolybut tree Hanging from a branch 
There is a honeybee hive having a rest 
Bees producing nectar and flowers 
They work for hours 
With old queen watching over 
She sits back and relaxes while giving orders 
Food stored in nest for larvae until they grow up, 
Jeez these bizarre bees, do they ever get a rest 
Bees pollinating fruit flowers and trees 
There’s no ease and mixing honey for everyone’s glee, 
What would happen to us, if we didn’t have any bees? 
Would this world be dim, and have no trees? 
Tiny hairs all over body to collect and pass on delicious honey 
When the queen dies she will fly, 
And the first newborn bee to break out of there wax filled hive 
Will be the next queen to thrive