Sonnet: The Bees Never Give Up

Every time, they crush the bees to death and Steal away their sweet honey in a trice; And wax to make candles of immense size; The Queen bee escapes to another land. The bees comeback; with vengeance start again A small bee-hive in the very same place! They work extra in the sun and in rain, Buzzing to flowers in a frenzied pace. And soon their hive has been rebuilt and full, Of sweet honey and larvae that are fed; The bees continuing without a lull, Searching for more nectar in every mead. How well Nature takes care of its species! Man must learn from the bee-hive and the bees.