2bee or not 2bee

At the start, hopefulness,

sweet as honey,
golden, sticky and 

endless.

In the midst, bees buzzing.

The drones attend the Queen,

the females indeed the worker bees,

the brood grows.

Busy, so busy,

the constant beating of wings distracts.

At the end, a noticeable absence of sound.

The muscular arms of time press down,

vision sharpens to the decay,

not a glistening drop left.