Bee's Big Wings
In a hive humming sweet, with honey so gold, Lived Bee, the littlest, brave but not bold. Her wings were small, shiny and new, But the hive buzzed loud: "You can't fly like we do! Stay safe in the comb, don't flap out alone— The world is too big for wings not full-grown." Bee's heart fluttered soft, like a petal in wind, "I know I can soar— if I just begin!"
In a hive humming sweet, with honey so gold, Lived Bee, the littlest, brave but not bold. Her wings were small, shiny and new, But the hive buzzed loud: "You can't fly like we do! Stay safe in the comb, don't flap out alone— The world is too big for wings not full-grown." Bee's heart fluttered soft, like a petal in wind, "I know I can soar— if I just begin!"
But gray clouds rolled in, with a rumble so deep, A storm shook the hive— oh, the winds howled and swept! The flowers bowed low, nectar hidden from sight, The hive needed pollen to make it through night. "Who'll brave the gale? We can't all stay snug," The Queen called out soft, with a worried shrug. Bee's wings tingled wild, her chance shining bright— "I'll go!" buzzed the bee, into the fright.
Out she buzzed bold, into the whirling gray, Wings wobbling weak, but her spirit alight. Rain pelted her stripes, gusts tugged at her flight, "You're too small!" the wind seemed to jeer in the night. Bee dipped and she dove, heart pounding with fear, But deep down she knew— her path was right here. "I believe in my wings, though they're little and light— They'll carry me true, through the storm's angry bite!"
A glimmer ahead— flowers brave in the squall! Bee flapped with all might, ignoring the call Of doubt from the hive, echoing faint in her mind. "You're not ready yet— leave the flying behind!" But Bee shook her head, stripes gleaming with dew, "My wings are my own— I'll fly them anew. No buzz from the crowd can clip what I know: I'm strong in my heart, and that's how I'll go!"
She touched down so soft on a petal's wet bed, Gathering nectar, her pouches soon red. The storm raged around, but Bee stood her ground, Wings steady now— what a triumphant sound! Back through the gales, with her bounty so sweet, She zipped like a arrow, no wobble, no bleat. The hive gasped in awe as she entered the door— "You did it, brave Bee! Tell us more, tell us more!"
Bee buzzed her tale, with a glow in her eye, "It wasn't the wings— it was faith from inside! The hive's doubts were loud, like a swarm in my ear, But I flew my own path, conquered the fear. Believe in yourself, even when winds oppose— Your wings, big or small, will take you where you chose." The Queen smiled wide, her crown shining true, "You're our hero now— with wings tried and new!"
The sun broke the clouds, painting skies rainbow bright, Bee led the next flight, into the light. No more wobbly wings or whispers of "can't"— She soared with her sisters, on empowerment's slant. Personal power, like honey so pure, Grows from the heart, making dreams come secure. Fly your own course, with belief as your guide— The sky's yours to claim, far and wide!
As stars winked above the meadow so fair, Bee snuggled in comb, without any care. Her journey just blooming, like dawn's first ray— Wings big in belief, come what may!