The Meaning of Life

Little bumble, tell me where you've been

Black and yellow, tell my what you've seen

Zipping and diving you are quite the sight

Busy and blinding from morning to night

What is your purpose tireless bee

Tell me, please tell me... I just do not see

How you can work so

All of your life

Where is the love

Where's the respite

The bee stopped a buzzing and rested just there

On the edge of a flower

Dampened by monsoonal air

"I will tell you my secret, lost child, you'll see

I'll tell you, it's simple just follow me.

The bee flew into the air and i followed so quickly

It looped and then dived as i ran oh so briskly

It settled right unto a morning glory blossom

It wiggled and squirmed and i found it quite awesome

It came covered with pollen from its top to its bottom

"See here" said the bee

"This is the stuff of life"

Lean in next to me and check out what it’s like

I drew near to the blossom, the aroma quite splendid

I drew in a deep breath feeling heady, undefended

It took me aback how sweet and divine

The blossom was gorgeous, serene and sublime

"The beauty of life" said that sweet little bee

Is that i get to this, that this flower needs me

I go flower to flower spreading life through the field

I go hour by hour collecting my yield

So don’t lament for me if you think i am fettered

My life has great meaning, no need to be tethered

to thoughts unfulfilled, these choices with purpose

I live life every moment, skimming the surface

Dive deep in each flower

Taste nectar, libations,

drink deep in your life and you too find salvation

For you have great meaning in all that you are

From the top of your head to the depth of your heart.