The Friends I Find In Bees

The day is bright and fair,
Sitting in a garden of my imagination,
I heard what Mr Bee was humming.
Something of a national anthem,
Sounded like a bible verse.
With all seriousness like an angel
sorting out names in the book of remembrance,
I learnt this
“Dream talk equals teamwork,
Days come, and slowly become ages
The team goal remains fresh.
Bees come, and become history,
The buzz never dies,
The honey flow never dries”.

Victor Oyedele