bumblebee, oh bumblebee

the flowers drooped,

the tree's swayed back and forth

as the sun set down to its horizon

a lone bee, a bumblebee perhaps

is floating, yearning to find it,

its dream, a dream so vast and beautiful

'why cant i find my dream?' the bumblebee cried, 

the blue sea in the sky, slowly turned into a raging sea

the bumblebee is in agony, loud wails echoed through the sea

water fell, tree's broke, and a lone bumblebee is in the middle of it all

will it find its dream? most likely not but its a nice thought

...

..

.

its gone, the dream

there was no hope anyway

the bumblebee couldn't have found it

anyone would know

the bumblebee is a fool

...

..

.

aren't we all?

aren't we all fools?

we are like bee's

we are alike 

not entirely

but we are