The Friends I Find In Bees

Enemies of my sting
Buried houses on wings.
Trees beneath the sweet
Human tears on repeat.
Sing songs of love
Sting like your mothers hug.
Sow where the heart fit
Make a rhyme beat by beat.
Colors of the sun
Shade of darkness for fun,
Mixture of bitter and sweet
tongues merry in it’s pit.
When I call home a hive
memories of us will be alive

Ruddapoet Rudolph