Tell it to the bees

In the stillness of morning, a keeper approaches the hives,  her hand gently rapping on the wooden frames,  

drawing forth the quiet buzz of bees, who gather in curious throngs,  ready to hear the weight of life’s changing tides, a parting of souls, a new life’s arrival, the heart's tender ache or joy.  

Dear companions in gold, listen closely to what I share, we've lost a loved one, whose spirit now dances among the stars,  and in this moment of sorrow, I ask you to bear witness,  

to keep their memory alive within your sacred hive.

With the sun warming the air and the hum of wings in reply,  she speaks of their laughter that filled the air,  light blossoms even in grief, and in this age-old ritual, a bond is reaffirmed, for the bees hold our stories, our whispers, our love.