Hello my little Buzzy bee
Amidst the flowers
flying free
Gathering the Pollen
busily
Make sweet honey just
for me
Hello my little Buzzy bee
Amidst the flowers
flying free
Gathering the Pollen
busily
Make sweet honey just
for me
Enter the garden
Humble bird
Sing the sweetest
I have heard
Sing loves song
Upon the breeze
To your mate
Up in the trees
Bid her come
Courting on the wing
And with her
Brightly sing
Stung by hail and rain
And colds numbing bite
And cut through like a knife
By the east-wind’s spite
In the dew fresh meadow
I watch the dawn’s first rays
Appear to evaporate the mist
In the majesty of Autumn days
The honey Bee
Loves the flower
In particular the Rose
But the flower is
indifferent
As it views the Bee
Through sweet petal
veil
But the Bee is content
and
Doesn’t need his love
returned
For Rose is his
passion
And will always be
Beneath azure blue skies
Beside a silent pool
A bird sings in the
stillness
Its sweet song
drifting
On the lemon scented
breeze
As evening approached
Leaves like tongues of fire
Set the scene ablaze
Kenya’s Flame trees
Burning bright in
paradise
The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...