Royal Bee Vitality by Meg Dolan

A large tree in the middle of green woodland. Large white text reads: Royal Bee Vitality. Smaller text reads: Discussing disabled characters in fairy tales and folklore.

Vita is life, our will lives in us,
Bee-ing outside increases our vitality.
Our will to live increases outdoors,
in gardens bright with blooms and dew,
flower to petal a tale is woven,
As we notice the circles and cycles of nature
Death is nearer, so we recoil a bit.
Nature’s beauty is there also to save us.
In the morning hue.
 
She, The Queen, A monarch
She knows her life-force.
As she sits in this sheen, a court convenes,
Her men toil and spin
While SHE flaunts her golden-violet rhythms
busy bee your tireless zest
dawn to dusk is collection time,
for her, translucent silken buds
glisten, wide arms open.
 
She drops her chin, drawing up nectar.
wildflowers flirt swaying in tune.
on a tapestry breeze, criss-crossing winds
sway the bottlebrushes who blush in an,
Australian blaze, humid thick.
 
They gathered their milk for Mother.
next to some wild carrots,
plump Queen sits, eyelids shut,
surveying though, each heartbeat of her hive
approval is met by vital signs alive, aligned.
In a wilderness cool, yet oozing warmth.
glory of life we see.
in both toil and freedom, we dream.
sweet in my mouth and thy Queen’s,
this jelly heals all beginnings.
and ends,
a rose sun sinks another horizon.

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