The Bench And The Bee

I sit on this bench

The bench that called to me

I do sit on this bench

But what do I see?

 

For first, there is a bee

It goes buzzing by

I wish I could fly like that

I'd fly way up high

 

As I sit on this bench

The bee flies around

It lands on a flower

It's petals opened like a crown

 

As I sit on this bench

The bee collects the nectar

It will then make me some honey

And I will thank it after

And I will sit on this bench

Posted in response to the challenge Bench.

My depiction of my imagination; a fun loving, artistic, writer who loves sweater weather.

LittleBoy_Glue

FL

13 years old

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