The Flight of the Honey Bee
Such a small creature, the honey bee,
a gift of God, for You and me,
Who to know our futures, so depend,
in the life of this tiny friend?
Flower to flower, and plant to plant,
its daily chores, to stop, it can't.
A tireless worker, since all time began,
a part of our God's holy plan.
From the wild, its honey is so sweet,
and raised on farms, makes life complete.
Our food supplied by nature's own,
help raise our crops, so well they're grown.
Without their help, we could not live,
beyond our thoughts, its wealth to give.
There is a rhythm in the life we feel,
in a single destruction, all life to steal.
The breath of life, and a beating heart,
from small to large, all plays its part.
Without a one, we cannot stay,
upon this earth, where wild creatures play.
We must preserve our honey bees,
before too late, for our lives may flee.
The gift of life, is no greater one,
and from our God, to eclipse the sun.