Pollinatin' Sensations Poem by Sandra Regan

J'adore les abeilles
Everyone knows it's true.
Flying freely to and fro.
Fear us because our sting could kill.
Rarely held, but yet adored.
Endless night attraction.
Yet flowers and powers we bring.
I'm not afraid either is she.
Sintilating in black and gold.
Key is staying very still.
I know your afraid of us deep down inside.
Nothing to fear, not really.
Guided to you in the summer.
Don't run away.
Only approach carefully.
Relax, we won't sting, contemplate relaxation.
Keys undiscovered will unlock these pollinatin' sensations.