A bitter buzz of infuriated bees

Dances through the empty trees

Discarded flowers, the fading bloom

Fear of a winter that's come too soon

They flitter and fly, dance through the sky

Collecting nectar, or at least having a try

But cold creeps closer, comes upon them

And they huddle, shivering, under stems

A crowd of confused, bewildered bees

Caught in a cycle; in life's bitter breeze.