Behind The Veil

The withdrawing bees sit on the blooms, Dusts of yellow fall and start to groom, The prosecuted flowers, accused of waywardness, The bees are brought to identify, the lady pregnant, Points the finger at one, who is in prime, To take care her deposit in the silent shrine, Bees get off guard, wrong genetic code, The community of bees not to want to ride, And conspire to keep the blooms on guard, Each matured flower to be covered, From the wavy petals to the leggy stem, Just an opening for the rays to peep in, The blooms on cover, not to attract the bees, The blooms watch and enjoy exclusive.