
Thursday, 8 May 2008
I sat below a funny tree

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.
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