Buzzing around in the warm spring air
The sun shining above me
Bright white blossom where I collect the nectar
The cows grazing around me.
Buttercups growing in the long green grass
The clouds moving above me
Sun getting covered by the clouds
Then coming back
The wind whistling around me
As I look at the view, blue sky above me
I go back to my hive, the other bees around me
I impress the queen bee, she buzzes about
She is talking from above me
Then I go out to get some more
The other bees around me.
White blossom, open and fluffy
Pink blossom, bud not quite grown.
In the Orchard
The smell of apples fills my nose
On a slope with many trees
Dewey grass soaks my knees
The birds are tweeting
Sharing a greeting
The grass is long
Uncut for days
The cows below are left to graze
A cockerel sounds from the farm below
There is no where else I would like to go,
The trees are blossoming on the slope
And all but one are able to cope
With the cows gobbling up the grass.
To eat the lot would be a great task
There are so few houses
Just trees upon trees
As the cows get closer we'll soon have to leave
A dark patch of sky moves slowly across
As I watch it move along the below fields
The bees keep humming and hovering above
The sun covers us like a hot glove
The cows are here. I'll have to go
As everything else is so low.
A powerful sea of green and pink
Beautiful white, majestic violet
Sunburst yellow and triumphant lilac
Rosy Pink and burning scarlet
All under the blueberry sky.
Look down the orchards into the fields
Venturing to a sparkling lake
Through bush, through grass and over mound
Listening to the many sounds
Repeated singing of birds and bees
Blossoms and branches rustling on the breeze
The passing of a distant plane
Flies on cows stick out plain
The rumbling of a distant tractor
A helicopter becomes louder and louder
To hear these sounds just stop and listen
And all these sounds will begin to glisten.
What can I see ?
What can I see from my perch in the orchard?
I see humans dozing under my outstretched fingers
The cows munching at my feet and rub on my body
And the horizon far, far away dotted with green bushy trees
What can I hear from my perch in the orchard ?
I hear a young sparrow gleefully singing his favourite song
The bees buzzing in and out of my silky white ears
And the rumble of a distant car hurtling along the road
What can I feel from my perch in the orchard ?
I can feel the tall green grass tickling my knees
The wind rustling my hair and slightly chilling my body all over
And the pain as animals steps on my toes or snaps my arms
But as the winter draws near and my leaves have gone
I can see everything and everyone !
The Meadows in the breeze
The blossom shimmers freely
With the gradual rustle of the trees
In the steady breeze,
The sun wraps it's warmth around my face
While the bees get to work,
Day in, day out, unable to stop
Buzzing as they go
Through the steep meadows
On grassy hills
Unable to stop
Unable to stop
Unable to stop
Blossom filling all the trees
Pink is the blossom, green are the leaves
All the cider on the farm
Bales of hay stacked in the barn.
The grass is blowing
All the buttercups are growing
All the clouds in the great big sky
The bees do their work and then off they fly.
The sky is lovely and it's blue
The clouds look like some people too
The birds are always happily singing
Happiness they are bringing
It's very warm smiles the sun
People writing and having fun
The view is spreading in front of my eyes
The water reflecting off the sky
The flowers growing everywhere
It makes it lovely when you stare
Different shades of wonderful pink
Peaceful, peaceful, lets you think.