Just Bee (poem)

Who is that bee who fell on my lap?
Just like a tree - stable it sat.

Should I be scared?
Should I move away?

The word is that bees sting if they stay.

If I enable it - it will die.
Should I play God and keep it alive?

I know it will hurt, but so much joy it might bring.
Sweeter than honey - those marvelous wings.

Today -  I'll let it fly.