The Kind Helpers

A buzzing sound, a tiny plight, A bee was stuck, oh what a fright! High in the branches of the oak tree grand, In the schoolyard buzzing, lost in the land.

The school bell chimed, a joyful sound, But silence fell as children gathered 'round. Miss Lily, the teacher, with a worried frown, "That little bee, we must get it down!"

Little Timmy, with his shoes untied, Suggested, "Maybe we should try to glide A paper airplane, just to give a poke, And gently nudge the bee to fly and croak…buzz!"

Lily Lou, with ribbons in her hair, Said, "No, no, no! That's not fair! Let’s offer it honey, sweet and bright, To lure it down into the light!"

So they gathered flowers, sweet and gold, And held them high, a story to be told. The bee saw kindness in each small face, And slowly, gently, left its leafy space.

It buzzed a greeting, a tiny, happy sound, And landed softly on the ground. It buzzed a thank you, then took to the sky, A tiny friend, waving goodbye.

Now every day, at break and noon, They watch the bee dance 'neath the moon…or sun! They know that friendship, big or small, Can help a creature, stand up tall, And makes the schoolyard brighter, for one and all!