Honeybee's Laze

As days pass by, months at end,
feels like time is losing its trend,
the bee who buzzed nectar out of the flower,
is at rest, cherishing his honey by the hour.

He doesn't work now, he says he did his part,
enjoying the pretty weather and its spark
carefree he is for the future behold,
a misery off drought around flower so bold.

Treaty he made with a bear to share,
the saved up knowledge of honey, a glare,
avoiding, he shouldn't have, to chase away
the bear, a brown thief who never does spare.

A darkness of company sucking his own
brilliance, diligence all awards he owned.
Likes, the bees, a sweeter company
of backstabbers and leechers of his melodious honey.

Clueless, he thinks, he is at time,
which he should utilize finishing his prime.
For soon comes summer, a time to bloom
new off-springs who would add to his loom.

With more work now,he can rest and stay
a time his body shall wither away.
For future, a mystery, you cannot fight,
So why not work more to always stay upright.

Now think a life you live around,
Same as the bee, you waste around.
I hope realization comes to you,
leave bears and go collect a honey or two.