His Thoughts on the Matter

Amid ancient forget-me-nots'

Bees buzzing under brilliant dusk

Carefully conducting courteous ceremony

Decrypt an otherwise desolate world

Eager to envelope that honeycomb

Frisky, fierce, fighting fable

Garlands of themselves

Hop the fence Ingenious

plans

Just enough to take us away

Kindling like

Lingering ashes, flying into those flowers

Meandering down slowly, feeding the pollen

No, I don't think there's a point in turning back

Or maybe the world is just giving us hell while

Promising to give us heaven, it's all I know

Quips to quell your quarrelling

Remember that we're here now

Subtly setting this right

Trouble in a turbulent field

Unrequited in the same sorrow, it seems

Viscerally, though, I'm unsure who I am when I'm

alone

Wicked, that's what you think I am

Xylographing my bitter words into that bark

You know I can't let you go, this place is too beautiful.

Zombified bees buzz, and it's all your fault.