I looked out the window of my house
and I saw pieces of me
in the blowing winds, in the green leaves
I saw bees humming by happily
Wondering what could the bees be thinking?
Have the bees made any wrong choices in their life?
Like I have a zillion times in mine!!!!!!!!
If I could have one last moment with you
Would I die just to let you know that I love you?
And if you were here like the bees outside my window
Would you be proud to call me your mother?
2 comments:
H, bee thinks of sucking and regurgitating, no more, that's why they are happy.
Precisely Dr H, I always love the way you look at things.
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