tell it to the bees when they visit and wonder where you have been, my love

let your voice nourish every blossoming shade from the lilacs to the lilies and may your words be sweet on another's tongue

they will come find me nestled in the heart of a valley where i have let my mind wonder and gotten drunk on the sun

i'll taste clover honey from a springs earnings and think of you fondly and i'll call each bee by name, every single one