There is a little bumble bee, I know, he fly’s by.

Everyday he goes to work in his big yellow bee hive.

The sound of the honey, drip, drip, drip-

Like a rainy, dreary day for humans, it’s a heaven for him!

He sticks to the honey and cries for help,

“Help! I’m stuck! I’ll never break lose!”

He fights and struggles then finally breaks free.

I guess, a hyperbole was not as it seemed.

A stranger he becomes to his own home.

He’s lost and feels so alone.

A bee stuck to his own honey, how?

That sticky sweetness, the lovely taste, the shiny gold gue-

It feels foreign, like knowing something and then forgetting.

It turns out he just had an off day.

Sad and depressed in every way.

He got back to work and realized,

“Why be sad all day, why not be me?

I’ll learn to make the most of things-

A happy, little bumble bee!”

Jesus<3MGP

#poetryforJesus