Bee

I found a poem from third grade that I wrote. I remember at the time I was very proud of this poem. I thought I wrote the best poem there ever was, it was deep, thoughtful, and descriptive. 

Here is the poem:

Bee with your huge round eyes

Silver wings

and

striped body

You land on my arm

Soft as can be

It looks up at me

So harmless

Who would hurt a bee?

The bee lifts itself off me

"Find nectar"

I tell it as I leave.