The Bees

The bees, born to work, work for people,

Get up early and back home late.

The bees, fly into blossom, whisper to each

flower,

Shuttle through the beautiful petal ocean.

The bees, tiny and pretty, black with yellow,

Line up one by one, collect honey like digging a

mine.

The bees, spare on effort, never ever complain,

Work for people and barely get paid.

Day after day, work and work,

The little bees dedicate their lives.

May 20th, the World Bee Day, defined by

United Nations,

Remind human beings to honor to pay!