His voice was so rhythmic …

Recounts his takings 
Working away on nature 
Splintering fragments 
Portioned off places, he moves 
Gathering memories 
Savoring his duty 
Gripping curvature
Intensified focus sees
One rhythmic change now
Brings pleasure and pain 

Sitting in comfort 
Glistening traces of beads 
Allowing exploration
Grinding down slowly 
Welcomes the changes, of men
Symbiosis felt
Warm liquids burst forth 
He laps up the nectar
Sweetness of honey
Abundance flows within 

- Queen Mother rests 
Oasis sleeps
Her honeycomb now complete.