COLONY

They take note, in Spring,
when the birds start to sing,
in the wind, at nature's whim,
impossiblity on the wing,

Shepards of the flower,
collecting by the hour,
a harmony of beauty,
of symmetry,
in their connectivity,

from red, to yellow,
to blue spruce,
nectar to produce,

pollen and opulence,
epitome of community
constantly on the move,

a queen to protect,
soliders to detect,
intruders they eject,

for blossoming arrivals,
...for our survival,
their sweetness we pursue.