Alma Novaes

 The honey of the days

The bee lived glued to the flower

and the flower was cut off

Along with the trees of the path

One day the bee became strong

and flying, she found 

the carbonara agent sent 

to cut down what bloomed

It bit and stung with baleful fury

And it led to swelling and wound 

The woodcutter grassed the gall

of his own charge

Do you want to see life happen?

Peace, silence and shelter?

Well, always remember

Not to attack nature

And how do you do that?

Do not stand between 

the bee and the flower.