Here is an awesome poem about a bee that I, April, actually like! It's really good.

The Bee Box

In this small box, my love,
you'll not find a ring,
but instead, a brave little bee.
He'll be dead by morn, having given his life
defending his flowers against me.
I felt his sting
while picking the small, purple pansies
growing wild along the roadside,
in hopes of an afternoon bouquet for you.
And I grieved the sting,
more for him than me,
knowing full well the price he paid
for my small pain.
And I allowed him his victory,
leaving his flowers as a memory,
and brought you instead
this brave little bee,
who proves there is love
even in the smallest
of things.

Wasn't it good? I loved it.

Today was the Ren Fest. It was just oodles of fun. I love being outside and out of the desks in the classrooms, but that's just the way I am. Feel free to comment. (hint hint: I love reading comments. Even if they are short and have no point. lol)

That's all for now. later ya'll.

xoxo

-April