Yellow On The Honey Poem by Robert Rorabeck

So they said in that park of yellow,
And so they set to away:
Knights and heroes themselves on a grand adventure
They couldn’t spell;
As the day looked away from them, accounting to
The elements of its sunshine,
And hoping for new brides,
And time to travel the seas,
Even though it wasn’t possible- the honey bees
Sleep each one of their two weeks,
And then they go their way- forever, impossibly:
They seem to be singing at their
Work, even as they are dying, painting the mouth
Yellow on the honey- and agaping trees.