A Spring Bee
I am a bee
I wonder if someone will come close to me
I hear kids yelling
I see kids playing around
I want to go touch them but they run away
I am a flying insect
I pretend I am not there
I feel the warmth pushing against me
I touch all the flowers in sight
I understand that kids don’t like me
I say wow to myself
I dream you are my best FRIEND!
