Here is a whimsical verse I thought of when I considered the mortality of bees. Hope you enjoy!
While walking in the woods one day,
I looked down to see
A flower growing aslant the path
Adorned with a bee.
I noticed a petal misaligned,
And very queerly hung,
And bent to pluck it from the plant;
Recoiling, I was stung!
The bee fell to the ground,
Sacrificing it’s life,
For the solitary vegetation
To which I meant no harm or strife.
(c) 2010, Life Through My Eyes; A Collection Of Poems, by John T. M. Herres