To bee
So busy so free
Driven by the smell of each flower
Wasting no time in your hour
Sweet bee
Of heart I surely see
The maker of golden honey
Lust not of wealth nor money
Such toil of thee
Oh precious bee
Without the thought of rest
You give it all your best…
I wish I had your zest.
Deo Volente
October 27, 2010
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