Bees on Bended Knees
Emerging from the hexagon
the sweetness of my home.
hum of sisters all around
urging on my tome.
Mother calls me to her side
"your line is royalty
embarking on your maiden ride
take thoughts of loyalty".
I kiss her hand, make a glance
there is no trepidation
being here is not by chance
sworn subject of the nation.
I rev my wings, spin about
listen to the roar
my house it sings, without doubt
I head out for the door.
What life is given, length or breadth
the challenges I know
take me to the sunlight
where honeysuckle grow.
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