Honey Life

Oh, life.Sweet like honey

In all its decadence.Tickling the senses

Naturally madeFor one to enjoy.

It can only be maintainedWith effort

As the honeybees doThroughout the day.

Working all morning.All afternoon.All evening.

Until they can work no more.

If they cannotTheir home will fall

In a depressing displayOf sorrow

As they are unable to enjoyThe sweetness of honey life.