bees remember the good times

bees remember the good times
bees remember the bad times too
bees bear the scars of their sadness
and the moss of their joy just like you

a bee died one day in a garden
a bee died a long way from home
the bee asked the flowers his pardon
for leaving them lusting alone

a bee outlived all his brothers
he said he was barely alive
his memory dried up with the others
he drifted away from the hive

bees remember the bad times
bees remember the pleasure and pain
they remember the first taste of honey
and the time they were drowned in the rain