Climb every Hill

The Old Woman stood at the top of a small hill (that barely made it to be called such).
Looking back at the haphazard paths,
the less equipped barns,
the barn hands with a different set of skills.
With satisfaction, she beamed.
For despite it all, despite the narrow time window,
the first milestone, the first hill - however small - has been reached.

The Old Woman stopped and rested for a while,
taking in the scenery at the little hill,
taking a photo or two for her Facebook timeline,
her Pinterest boards, Instagram and all.

Then up she stood,
full of resolution and determination,
looking ahead to the next hill,and the one after,
each a bit higher, each one different.

And off she went, walking swiftly.
For there's much more still to be done,
much more to be overcome.

The Jittery Bumble Bee

The little bumble bee, so sweet in its yellow and black stripes.
The little bumble bee,
ever so busy, buzzing here, buzzing there.

The little bumble bee,
oh so easily excited,
flying back and forth with news,
some half-baked, some alarming,
spreading jitters inside the honeycomb.

The little bumble bee,
so excited over the naming of the honeycomb,
working its little bee body out,
preparing and preparing for the occasion.
Oh this, oh that,
and so it goes,
spreading more jitters among the bee colony,
resonance escalating to earthquake portions.

Took the little bumble bee aside,
the old worker bee chief did.
Trying to calm it down.

Peace for a while as everyone went about the work quietly.
Soon the little bumble bee was raring to go.
The older bees heaved a sigh, and in unison,
popped anti-jitter honey-laced pills.

The big day dawned and all went well.
The little bumble bee was happy  that all's well.
So were the rest of the bee colony.