The Honey Bee

A single drop of water feeds the little honey bee

Hungry, cold and wet, he beings his search

After wandering into the garden of plum blossoms, 

He is full, warm, dry.

He also makes friends with a butterfly

Warming their wings together, the sunlight caresses their tired bodies

Next to the blossoms is a garden of poppies

A sea of red touched by a gentle wind

The little honey bee bids farewell to his friend

He gazes at the sea of purple and red

Sky made of turquoise, the ground made of jade

Soon daylight will fade

The honey bee dances to find a bed

Suddenly the butterfly calls out to the bee

Him, the butterfly and some honey

The sun sets smiling at these three.