And I Come To Think Poem by James McLain

It is simply a bird, happy..
to play with a bee..
does not one stand in good
company with one another...
and come and stay..
it is not only good to be simply...
and just because they know you are..
and you find new ways to get stung..
and in the heart of your lovely smile..
...and chock-full up with honey..
so much and so...gold is kind to find...
yours is just now but a stream..
and one day.. and I do come to think..
and I am....just one of those other bees...