Buzzing Bee

here is a poem I wrote the other day:

buzz goes the bee who sits in the tree
searching for the vein of gold in the meadow
with a glint in the sun light he takes flight
to investigate the case of pollen so sweet

but only a false alarm, such a pity
just another event in the series of the day
so, not discouraged, a new search begun
in an endless gaze into the void of space

one’s life is such as these
the story of the buzzing bee
the superficial strife and worry
which has no consequence in life’s flurry

henceforth for many morrow
the monotonous busy sorrow
glazed over by the pollen of distraction
that occupies the hollowness of every faction