Bees

The bees' buzz was as noisy as a chainsaw,
Going about their daily job.
Collecting pollen from flower to flower
Carrying it back to its nest.

Smelling the fresh scent of spring
Flowers blooming and fresh aromas spreading

If in danger they will sting
But eventually the pain will leave,

Bees working hard,
To suit your sweet tooth,
Making honey to sooth your taste buds  

Hearing loud buzzes around my ear
Waiting for it to stop,
Annoying me 24/7

People love and care about bee’s people say,
But with higher temperatures rising,
Before you know they will be gone.