The honeybee offered

And I said yes

To pack up my troubles

To carry my mess

One after the other

He packed them away

Covered each with pollen

To make sure they’d stay

Upon his legs

As he warmed up his wings

When he took flight

I heard him sing,

“Today’s problems

Will be tomorrow’s treats.

With work and patience

They’ll become something sweet!”

With a wink and a prayer

I wholeheartedly agreed

As I thanked the honeybee

For planting the seed

Of hope