A small spec of fur appears in the sky, out of the corner of my eye.
Their seemingly soft fur…Oh so tempting!
Males, calm and gentle...females, agitated and aggressive.

Nurturing Mother Earth’s creations,
they gracefully glide from flower to flower,
receiving the precious pollen—a major key for survival.

Honey making is an occasional occupation,
as they hibernate monthly.
After they sting, life goes on forever, never seeking a fight.

They are as gentle as a docile dog.
And their queen is like a mother,
who treats her young as her own child.

Their appearance shows black and yellow fur.
The name is identical to a transformer.
It’s the bumblebee! Oh, the tireless things they can do!