The Honeybee

'Cross sunlit field and meadow green
The tiny honeybee,
In shafts of light may be seen
Winging over the lea.
Or yonder distant mountain peak
May beckon him to roam
On alpine slope, its pollen seek,
And fetch its nectar home.
Clover, hayfield, scented sage
He samples and moves on,
In Nature's book to write his page
Before the summer's gone.

~ C.M. Montgomery