Oh monstrous bee…
When will you halt
Going down the flowers
That I love most.
You render them ugly
And the blossoms went so unsightly.
Oh pretty butterfly…
I admire your beauty
Filled with glory and pleasant harmony
I hover in the flowers
To shake the pollens
And fill their ovary
That will bear fruit for everybody.
Halt your deed
You stinking bee!
Why so obsessed in tearing down the glory?
Flowers gone, turned into berry.
And lost its fragrance, lost its majesty.
Oh butterfly dear, You admire the flowers
But not the leaves.
You lay your eggs and hatch them quick.
And feed on the foliage,
Thus the plant went dead!
How do you call that a noble task?
As I was so busy as a buzzing bee.
And your brood has devoured selfishly
All the leaves that they can see.
Oh how I wish that all the blossoms turn into fruits
And feed the mankind that I loved most.
I do not seek glory for my duty
But be a humble bee
Filled with humility.
~ Nelia Garcia Gutierrez