A Lost Bee( Janey's No.5 poetry)

I just wish that little bee would fly away,

And not staying at my room all day;



Have opened the windows and doors,
But as if it doesn’t like the nature any more.

And of course I want it to go back and wish it love.

But then it is just hiding above.



Where are you? Little Bee.
Am I a flower? Or another lost bee?