She smiles up at me,

Her childish smile a welcoming sight.

She is but a child,

Afraid of the night.

Born to be anything but wild.

She hides and cries,

For her mothers lullabies.

But when the day comes forth,

She is a light amongst the dark.

A beacon of innocence and purity

That smiles upon all.

She waves goodbye,

And leaves me be,

And so I am left with only the memory,

Of my darling honeybee.