Falling headfirst,
you daringly dive
into petals' velvety-soft
golden wheat fields;
your little life form
snuggles like a cuddling child.
You delightedly dip--
flower cup by flower cup
into your sweet, powdery world.
Carefully lifting weighted legs,
you select your next bloom.
Once more, headfirst you
zoooooom.
Singing quietly, you share
a song of satisfied pollination,
Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
really not worried about a thing,
as hurried humans pass by thinking
all you have on your mind is a sting.
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