I want to be free like the bees.
Buzzing about and sipping on sweet honey.
Seeing nothing but beautiful flowers for days,
And having a sense of meaningful work.
When I would go home to the hive.
My fellow bees would have stories,
Of the flowers they flew by.
Their pollen collections going towards the whole.
For no Bee suddenly goes,
It's mine!
All Mine! I collected this pollen.
Therefore I get it.
No bees. Collect together.
And have no race wars to the top.
And at the end of the night,
Each hard worker, rests their head.
And should the Queen,
Become useless.
Then those sweet little bees kill her.
And never look towards a God.
About the Creator
Lane Burns
I am a Poet and an inspiring short story, one day novel writer.
I like to write in free verse mostly, but am heavily inspired by Emily Dickenson, and tend to create my own rules and ideas as well.


Comments (2)
This was so deep and wonderful! I loved it!
No gods No masters! Another brilliant piece!