Though the sun caresses us
Strokes us like we are Gods
And daffodils nod and swoon Strokes us like we are Gods
Yellow silks on windy streams
The proud flags of spring fluttering
Yet still the bees do not come
To visit these fine north orchids
The world remains silent today
And absence makes a heart fonder
Even as the remains of day decay
And the badgers exit earthy setts
To wander under twinkling stars
Caring nothing for the sunshine
That brought forth not one bee
