I get lost in the beauty of things I see
So far from the civilized world
Hearing a bumble bee
He twirled and twirled
Now he's flying near
Waving with his wings
Swinging in the atmosphere
It's like he sings
When he hums in the air
Searching for a flower
Picking them with care
He flies with a certain power
Humming he passes the trees
Floating as a fluffy tiny ball
Flying back to his colony of bumble bees
The last thing I see of my little pal
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