Happy bee flying from
one flower to another
as if there is no tomorrow
or yesterdays
gather every drop of nectar
and their fragrance
return to your six cornered house
make honey and light
the earthers taste it
never remembering the flowers
which gave you their honey,
honey bee you can fly high
but, lo, the sad flowers
they dont know how to fly
my love, with you..
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