The Bumblebee

The Bumblebee;
it whizzes and zips,
turns and tips.
it frets and falls-
hurt, and bawls.

The Bumblebee;
it rises and dips;
hopes but trips.
still it smiles and hums,
then gets over that bump.

The Bumblebee;
it fervently believes
-and you'll likely agree;
that flowers are free
and the sun's sheen, shimmery.

Saw this quote in Life! today. "Its like open heart surgery in some way. You're looking for real, raw emotions." U2 singer Bono, on songwriting.

I guess poetry writing's as such too, though things are not expressed as explicitly, but the 'real, raw emotions' are there. Totally addictive. ^__^