The bumblebee will find rest
by visiting every flower it can.
The earth’s warmth and little
creatures, crawling unaware, give the
bumblebee courage to find
the next budding pollen, to keep going.
With sunshine pasted on her back,
she will rise and resist wind from
Eastern horizon, grey clouds covered
and feeding snow range and blue distance.
Is it peacefulness that sets the bumblebee’s
work into flight, strong against hurriedness,
proud under the light bulb of heaven?
I doubt we’ll ever know, but I’d sure
like to think that’s the way she’s been
and will continue on.