Honey Without Nectar Poem by Linus Kithinji Njeru

The zzzziiiing ziiing thundered past the hermit's door,
Bees hurried onward, towards the mountain's distant shore.
To the honey palace, they raced in haste,
But the old hermit's warnings were quickly erased.

'Pray listen, my children, for danger is near! '
But the bees buzzed on, ignoring the seer.
They sought the palace where nectar once thrived,
But little did they know, it had long since died.

Like nectar to honey, so wisdom breeds might,
But the bees sought the honey, neglecting the light.
Without nectar, no honey could flow,
Yet up to the palace, they still wished to go.

Through rugged ridges, they climbed in pursuit,
The peak in their minds, their hearts resolute.
They raced, they labored, with no time to rest,
To reach the palace, to fulfill their quest.

But the fast ones, the eager, the first to arrive,
Were met with an emptiness, none could survive.
The palace was barren, the nectar was gone,
A lesson unlearned, the race now was done.

For wisdom, dear bees, is found in the still,
Not in haste or greed, nor in the race to fulfill.
The wise shall rise, they need not pursue,
They shall find what is lost, and be filled anew.