The other side of the building
There sees a beehive
The violent ones ready to bite
When something acts in adverse
Ready to bite and follow enemy
The other side of the building
Through the window there I see a garden
With beautiful flowers colored ones
Most romantic and friendly to bees
Allows to take its own elixir
That saved through hard labor
There lies the lesson of nature.
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You have brought out the contrast between bees and flowers. Yet man steals honey from the bees!