Ah, once more a day in vacant rays A webbed window, cracked gently to let the breeze by. Through, a minute an hour, a bee lands on a flower succumbing to desire, a move with a purpose Itβs assuredness I admit breaks a chunk from my confidence
What is what isnβt what could what couldnβt Is of no concern to a bee, imagine how free that would be A beetle crawling up the bark of a tree, Oh, just for an instant I wish I could see the life that you see!