I Thought I Ought To Be A Bee

I wrote this at some point in high school (2011?), and it’s the one poem of mine I know by heart, and the only one that is in English.

I thought I ought
To be a bee.
My skin got thin,
My hair grew fair.

And soon, by the Moon
I flew in the blue
of the light night.
And in the sun, I spun
Into a flower whose power
was above love.

And there, forever,
I stayed, unafraid.