The bee

Buzzing gently in the breeze, but nowhere to be seen
A humble little insect, oh so very keen
Will he find a yellow flower? In a field of green?
Or will he settle on a purple one, following the breeze?

With his black and yellow stripes, he will pollinate the world
One flower at a time by following the breeze
He will end his days eventually but for now he will be seen
He will find a yellow flower somewhere nice and green

He’s like a busy worker
Holding up the world
But a humble little insect
Following the breeze

If he is so small but can change the world
Then something your size can too
If you're ever unsure on what to do
Just realise you can too