I love to watch the sway of the trees

to feel the soft caress of a gentle breeze

to hear the quiet whisper of bamboo leaves

I love the sound of your laugh when I tease

when we sit together and you give my hand a squeeze

the affectionate brush of our touching knees

But there is something that causes me unease

something that won't listen to my terrified pleas

something that makes me bolt in fright when I see

BEES!