Beekeeper

We watch in awe, the beekeeper's art,
As he tends to his buzzing hive,
With skill and patience, he plays his part,
Ensuring their survival, they thrive.

Like a symphony, their hum fills the air,
A sweet melody, nature's own tune,
Each bee is a diligent worker, beyond compare,
Collecting nectar from flowers, afternoon.

But amidst the chaos, the beekeeper's task,
To capture the swarm, a delicate dance,
With steady hands, he wears his mask,
Guiding them gently, giving them a chance.

In that empty bag, their new abode,
They gather, building a home anew,
Together they work, in a united code,
Creating a yard, vibrant and true.

Yet amidst their toil, a somber sight,
Exhausted fighters, fallen and still,
Their sacrifice, a noble fight,
For the greater good, their duty fulfill.

The honey and pollen, a treasure trove,
A testament to their tireless endeavor,
The beekeeper smiles, his heart aglow,
His debts repaid, his worries sever.

And as the queen bee, graceful and wise,
Steps aside, paving way for the young,
A cycle of life, a new sunrise,
In this intricate world, their song is sung.

But as we marvel at this beekeeper's art,
We ponder our own place in this grand scheme,
Do we work together, with love in our heart,
Or do we let chaos reign, and shatter our dream?