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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