I sat below a funny tree
And looked upon a honey bee
The cold breeze made me shiver
He feels the wild flower quiver
For he has his place in nature
Such a humble little creature
He has an independent will
But never seems to fight or kill
How could such a thing come to be?
Out of such total poverty
How could the birds learn how to sing?
And some how live upon the wing
Without a universal light
That links all creatures in their flight.