We pass and dream, earth smiles, virtue is rare. Age, duty, money. Gods weight on our conscious bliss. Hope for the best and for the worse prepare. the sum of purposed wisdom speak for us.

I lay on the edge of a green-coloured world.
Etched on the sky, stood pine-tree and fir.
Bees kept busying,
Bumblebees buzzing.
so it was, I suppose,
since the world arose;
Bees busying,
Bumblebees buzzing.

And I felt the wish to rob the wild bees
Of honey
which cost no money ---
Just free...
I searched all day,
But these days, I must say,
You can't find bees
Just wherever you please...