The Grumble of Bees
Have been talked of before
The Grumble of Bees
Makes a sound that
Works through the brain
Makes us lazy and slow
Not fearful of bee sting
No worries of work load
Just languid and slow moves
A drone of light planes
Makes a soundtrack for scene
A drone of light planes
Is guaranteed
To daze the mind
On what is over there
Not fearful of future
Not fearful of distance
Just a pampering thought laze
A lake of heat waves
Rolls over some places
A lake of heat waves
Makes oceans that
Make a man slow
Slow a woman down too
Both sit only for show
Each would rather lie down
With tall fruity cold fresh drinks
A frazzle of weeds
Their life gone and bleached out
A frazzle of weeds
Dances with dust
In the rare wind
Wind as rare as white gold
Makes a heart ache for home
We would rather go home
And wait, still, for the rare wind
A battle of trees
Stands tall and brave on watches
A battle of trees
Guards over all
Makes a heart ache
Makes it ache to go home
Home is no more, no more
A palace in the heart
A mind castle in the sky
A castle
That only appears when comes
A grumble of bees,
A drone of light planes,
A lake of heat waves,
A frazzle of weeds,
A battle of trees,
An ache of the heart.