the hovering bumble bee

it is i, wondering for whom
are you opening the honeycomb
i humbly feel it may not be me,
but just can help wondering why
its lush sweetness invites me so

for such a relieve, surely
no way a royal bee may resist
not even i, the bumble bee
stunned, asking repeatedly
is it really happening?

so tell me, white daisy, for whom
are you opening the honeycomb
for the heart is overwhelmingly
enchanted by the shining white
by its sweet nectar-coated lushness