do you hear the flutter of your own fragile wings?
no rush, little one, sit on a leaf and rest for a while
did you know your papa would be so proud of your work?
he could not watch you join the world, he left it to create you
did you know your mama?
she would have told you to lie and rest
but she stung too deep and escaped with a price
don't get caught in skin, little bee
you're as sweet as what you make
don't let it be a waste