Beehive

Emotions are difficult
as
Bees
in a hive
Community of thoughts
Commune of ideas
All belong to one colony
But who can keep track
of
Their comings and goings?
One shares its anger
Another its joy
A third its fear of being despised
A quiet one whispers:
I am a wicked bee
Capable of wicked things
And a good bee
Capable of good things
As the sun shines
And hides
And shines again…
The queen buzzed her tune:
Why is this tree
Full of infinite fascination?
‘Birds pay the clouds a thousand thanks!’,
proclaimed the beekeeper
‘Behold the beautiful chaos inside!’