A FLY

See, see her flutter,
Her buzz and sting,
Alluring by her colour,
Awakens by her sting,

All are hellbent to drove her away,
As she sits on every muck & heap,
Labelling her a vector, a fungal,
Sometimes makes her silent,

Spraying every corner,
Yet some are useful in their way,
Suck nectar and aid the other,
Not to produce good yield,

But to save the trees in large extent,
Yes, this is fly, fly, fly.