The Bees
Beez a buzzing'Round the lake
Noisy
There's a lot at stake.
Although I fear I will be stung
The time will come;
My work is done.
I'll taste the sweetness of the honey
Melting in my mouth
And I will have the joy of
Pleasure...
In being, doing, feeling, what a blossom
Of sweet nectar
Can become.
8-27-09
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