Bob is a bee who can’t seem to see
The flow’rs ‘round him since he’s gazing at a tree
The flowers have the nectar; the tree does not
But its towering beauty can’t be forgot
Now the day’s gone, he flies to his hive
Bob the busy bee breezed through his 9-to-5
Back at home now, he’s got all tales about trees
But honey? None to feed his family of bees
Poor little Bob, so busy was he
Mesmerized by beauty he was made to see
He would have done better, gazing up then back down
Inspired by beauty—not distracted by it—for the work to do now
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Read Part Two here.