No Crash-Landings!

How does the busy little bee
land neatly on the breeze-blown tree?
The engineer scratched his head,
‘Why do our robots crash instead –
we’ve done research hi-tec with radars
so unsuccessfully, and lasers –
they cannot manage, cannot cope
with landing well on such a slope.’

That tiny brain of little bee
has nano-gadgets, eyes that see
that as it heads towards those blooms
the petal aimed for larger looms,
and at the rate the image grows,    
its brain adjusts its flight-speed, slows.

‘Why didn’t we realise that, before?!
So simple really, we can store
a little camera on our flying
robots, though there’s no denying
the ‘brain’ we make won't be as neat
as the bee’s small brain, with skills replete!’

How can it, bee?
that that little grain of matter
is such a complex chemical computer    
to programme, linking sight and flight,
and organise within the hive
the work to keep the brood alive?
By what great mind was it conceived,
and who has wisdom, is so skilled
the brain of the tiny, little bee to build?