To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,
One clover, and a bee.
And revery.
The revery alone will do,
If bees are few.
Labor alone and the work is drudgery; labor with others, and they help bear the burden.
A short poem that tells of the simple yet most neglected secret to happiness - the power of the mind; -)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some people connect the clover to prosperity and the bee to sweet times.