The bees are systematic
Mindful among the dandelions
A whole swathe of them
Sprung up after the rain
Which must look like
A field of sunflowers
To the ants passing below
Swaying in the breeze
But tallness is all relative
To your size and the bees
Can lift their weight in gold
While the dandelions plead
Take all of me if you please
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