A bee’s search

I watched a bee fly in through my door,
Searching for a flower, and some honey
It found nothing, but is searching some more,
In a journey that seems funny
Going in circles in this unfamiliar world，
Yet without sight of the way it came.
Out the door the flowers bloomed
And sweet honey concocted
May you find your path,
my naive little bee
May you find that door again
where your journey began