Don't Drink Bees

He flew there
To that spot on the grass
Balanced on the stems
Waiting for a breeze
To send him on his way
Before his time was up

Shining in the sunlight
With radiant colors
Rainbows
And swirling prisms
That danced
In the wind

The wind tried
To send him up
Into the sky
But it blew him into the grass
And pricked him
And he popped