The hive buzzes with activity
Workers hover in the entrance
Electric buzz of noise
This is where the work is, they do their dance.
Chained to the need to complete tasks,
Bound by unnatural light
Dreaming of the great wide open,
the smell of a flower, the cool of the night.
Sedentary for many long hours
Life deteriorates over time
The joy that is stolen from the,
Made up for by tasting that lime.
Dreaming of weekends and sunshine
The worker bees hide in their hive
Serving their Queen for eternity
Their purpose for all of their lives.
Comments