.: The colour of life...

.: The colour of life...: The people you thought you know - don't you know they are nay-more ? Heart-breaking, isn't it. How close you've let them ...

.: Hoffung...

.: Hoffung...: Wie des morgens helle licht. Die dunklen 'nachts durchbricht, Und die ganze welt erfrout Mit des tages herlichkeit. So wann gross...

.: En lever og lærer en masse, en blir filosof (hva n...

.: En lever og lærer en masse, en blir filosof (hva n...: Lunta brenner, Jeg har en skytebas, Inne i mitt hjerte, Han roper: Varsko her ! - Farlig smell, Kan skade hjertet, øyne, ører, Husk e...

.: Det er ingen så høy at han ikke må bøye seg, og in...

.: Det er ingen så høy at han ikke må bøye seg, og in...: Hva lykke er ? - Gå på Gamleveien i tynne sommerklær, prate med hunden, klø sine ferske myggstikk, jage løs-bikkjer,  irritere seg o...

.: The colour of life...

.: The colour of life...: The people you thought you know - don't you know they are nay-more ? Heart-breaking, isn't it. How close you've let them ...

The colour of life...

The people you thought you know -
don't you know they are nay-more ?
Heart-breaking, isn't it.
How close you've let them in.
To hurt you - 
Break you -
Leave you -
Did they forget...

That's the trouble.

They don't remember what you shared,
Just snippets of everything -
Like crossing out words in a letter;
They all mean to say these things,
Or they don't try...

Lies and truths are stones;

They carry them around,
Carved with matters big and small,
To then throw at us,
Why do we keep hoping for better,
When we know people can't change ?

Because even they can be worn away.
Or...

.: Vi tynges i støvet av syndenes skrud, men fuglen i...

.: Vi tynges i støvet av syndenes skrud, men fuglen i...: Vilt er livet... men vilvin er villere... For alle gode tanker de kan slett ikke dø... For ennå bedre tanker er spiret av deres frø... ...

.: Gråsteinen er en ærlig stein. Prøver aldri å narre...

.: Gråsteinen er en ærlig stein. Prøver aldri å narre...: I fjellet Fjellet stiger mot himmelen, stivnet og stum av sinne. Dypt der nede er dalen innhyllet i et slør av tåke. Stormer ru...

.: Det er ingen så høy at han ikke må bøye seg, og in...

.: Det er ingen så høy at han ikke må bøye seg, og in...: Hva lykke er ? - Gå på Gamleveien i tynne sommerklær, prate med hunden, klø sine ferske myggstikk, jage løs-bikkjer,  irritere seg o...

.: Drømmer ? ...

.: Drømmer ? ...: Til en venn ?  Hvis jeg har noen ? Et sted i jungelen står en rød plysjsofa. Der ligger min elskede og venter på meg. Ja, jeg kommer; ...

.: Bell--- (Bass String)

.: Bell--- (Bass String): In the yellow tower a bell tolls. Over the yellow wind the bell-notes flower. In the yellow tower the bell stops. With dust ...

.: Det er ingen så høy at han ikke må bøye seg, og in...

.: Det er ingen så høy at han ikke må bøye seg, og in...: Hva lykke er ? - Gå på Gamleveien i tynne sommerklær, prate med hunden, klø sine ferske myggstikk, jage løs-bikkjer,  irritere seg o...

.: Det er ingen så høy at han ikke må bøye seg, og in...

.: Det er ingen så høy at han ikke må bøye seg, og in...: Hva lykke er ? - Gå på Gamleveien i tynne sommerklær, prate med hunden, klø sine ferske myggstikk, jage løs-bikkjer,  irritere seg o...

.: To a Sparrow...

.: To a Sparrow...: Look, here's another bread-crumb for your piping, And a piece of apple as a sweetener. It gladdens me to hear your steady pecking; I...

.: The Road...

.: The Road...: The Road... Your lance will never wound the horizon. The mountain is a shield that guards it. Do not dream of the blood of the m...

.: El silencio...

.: El silencio...: Oye, hijo mio, el silencio. Es un silencio ondulado, un silencio, donde resbalan valles y ecos y que inclina las frentes hacia el suel...

.: CAMPANA (Bordon)

.: CAMPANA (Bordon): En la torre amarilla dobla una campana. Sobre el viento amarillo se abren las campanadas. en la torre amarilla cesa la campana....

.: Praise to the Rich peoples or ?...

.: Praise to the Rich peoples or ?...: Under the wheels of luxury... And so, making clear in advance I know there are miles   between us; and I reckons myself with the tra...

.: We pass and dream, Earth smiles, Virtue is rare, A...

.: We pass and dream, Earth smiles, Virtue is rare, A...: We live on, but, don`t understand the life ! Whether to suffer - so odd ! Or to triumph ? Be jealous or offer : My thanks to God I do...

.: En mann er fattig som er uten sorg, men rik er den...

.: En mann er fattig som er uten sorg, men rik er den...: Oh we ain`t got a barrel of money, Maybe we`re ragged and funny, But we`ll travel along Singing` a song. A man is poor, which is ...

.: Vi tynges i støvet av syndenes skrud, men fuglen i...

.: Vi tynges i støvet av syndenes skrud, men fuglen i...: Vilt er livet... men vilvin er villere... For alle gode tanker de kan slett ikke dø... For ennå bedre tanker er spiret av deres frø... ...

.: Die Politik ist die Lehre vom Møglichen... Politic...

.: Die Politik ist die Lehre vom Møglichen... Politic...: Look into my ocean, My name is Used-to-was; I am also called  Played-out  and Done-to-death, And it-will-wash-no-more... In an...

.: Song less your life now - Starless and fooled you ...

.: Song less your life now - Starless and fooled you ...: Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go ye...

.: Credo in unum Deum, Patrem omnipotentem, factorem...

.: Credo in unum Deum, Patrem omnipotentem, factorem...: I believe in one God, the Father almighty, maker of heaven and earth, and of all things visible and invisible. A robe of seeming trut...

.: Og da lyset ble tent, skjedde det i Norge ? Y cua...

.: Og da lyset ble tent, skjedde det i Norge ? Y cua...: Another Life What is it to have another life ? To be a different person. To be different people, To be a different world- But are t...

Og da lyset ble tent, skjedde det i Norge ? Y cuando se fundo la luz esto sucedió en Noruega ?

Another Life
What is it to have another life ?
To be a different person.
To be different people,
To be a different world-
But are they not one and the same ?

What is it to have another life ?
We all end and we all begin,
Maybe once, maybe twice,
maybe over and over again-
But is it ever the same ?

What is it to have another life ?
To see what was and what can be;
More chances, more time,
Or more changes, more mistakes-
But where can we be the same ?

What is it to have another life ?
Surely we want out time again,
For the things we could've done,
For the things we could've said-
Too late.
We will never be the same...

.: La rosa no buscaba la rosa: inmóvil por el cielo, ...

.: La rosa no buscaba la rosa: inmóvil por el cielo, ...: Del llanto He cerrado mi balcón porque no quiero oír el llanto, pero por detrás de los grises muros no se oye otra cosa que el llan...

.: Say not the struggle nought availeth. The labour a...

.: Say not the struggle nought availeth. The labour a...: If hopes were dupes, fears may be liar's; It may be, in yon smoke concealed, Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers, And, bu...

.: Landscape

.: Landscape: From my trawling I see The field of olive trees open and closes like a fan. Above the olive grove a fund-ring sky and a dark rain of...

.: If you forget me I want you to know one thing my r...

.: If you forget me I want you to know one thing my r...: You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window. Dreaming... If I touch ne...

If you forget me I want you to know one thing my rose...

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon,
at the red branch of the slow
autumn at my window.
Dreaming...
If I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
of the wrinkled body of the log.
Everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas,
light,
metals,
were little boats that sail
toward those isles of yours
that wait for me. Or !

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
I think... not ?

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But 
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are
destined for me with
implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my friend, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or
forgotten,
my love
feeds on your love,
beloved,
and as long as you live it will be
in your arms without leaving mine.

.: Madrugada...

.: Madrugada...: Pero como el amor los saetros estan ciegos. Sobre la noche verde, las saetas dejan rastros de lirio caliente. La quilla de la l...

.: Before Dawn...

.: Before Dawn...: But like love the archers are blind... Above the green night Arrows leave traces of ardent lily. the keel of the moon rips pur...

.: Hvem kan jeg spørre hva jeg kom for å gjøre i denn...

.: Hvem kan jeg spørre hva jeg kom for å gjøre i denn...: Colour of life... Don't Say... Your eyes are staring, Willing me, To say what I don't say, That I tell you every day. Th...

Hvem kan jeg spørre hva jeg kom for å gjøre i denne verden ? = A quien le puedo preguntar que vine a hacer en este mundo ?

Colour of life...

Don't Say...
Your eyes are staring,
Willing me,
To say what I don't say,
That I tell you every day.

The words nip my tongue,
As I look at you,
Though it means nothing,
So say something.

Begging to hear,
Everything we never knew,
That you already know,
I cannot say no.

So...
I don't need to want you,
But I don't want to need you.

.: The wounded cow lay down...

.: The wounded cow lay down...: Trees and streams climbing over its  wounded body, Its muzzles bled in the sky. Its muzzle of bees, its muzzle of screaming peoples...

The wounded cow lay down...

Trees and streams climbing over its 
wounded body,
Its muzzles bled in the sky.

Its muzzle of bees,
its muzzle of screaming peoples
under the slow must-ache of slobber.
A gunfire brought the morning to its feet.

Cows or people, dead or alive,
blushing light or
honey from the...
bellowed with half-closed eyes.

Tell the roots
and that child sharpening his knife:
now they can eat the cow...

.: Perhaps, perhaps oblivion on earth, like a mantle ...

.: Perhaps, perhaps oblivion on earth, like a mantle ...: Perhaps, perhaps man, like a blacksmith, seeks live coals, the hammering of iron on iron, without entering the coal's b...

Perhaps, perhaps oblivion on earth, like a mantle can develop growth and nourish life (maybe), like dark humus in the forest.

Perhaps, perhaps man,
like a blacksmith,
seeks live coals,
the hammering of iron on iron,
without entering the coal's blind cities,
without closing his eyes,
not sounding the depths,
waters,
minerals,
catastrophes.
Perhaps, but my plate's another,
my food's distinct:
my eyes didn't come to bit oblivion:
my lips open over all time, and all time,
not just part of time has consumed my hands.

That's why I'll tell you these sorrows of the
disaster's in the world to day.
Like:
Syrian war,
Problems in the Ukraine,
Poverty in the far east
Politicians who say one thing and do another.
People starving and unsecured.
But we like to put aside,
I'll oblige you to live and fight for ...
Beat the earth with our human strength
or to fill our hearts with salt water,
but to set forth knowing, to touch rectitude
with decision infinity charged with meaning,
that severity may be a condition of happiness,
that we may thus become invincible.

Perhaps one day...

.: Round and around... Like a carousel.

.: Round and around... Like a carousel.: Round and around Don't know where Step, skip, jump, dash - wait... Tolling clouds Gotta keep running But - no - we - you - I&...

Round and around... Like a carousel.

Round and around
Don't know where
Step, skip, jump, dash -
wait...
Tolling clouds
Gotta keep running
But - no - we - you -
I'm going forward.

Turning and writhing
Whisper in my ear
Stop lying -
What ?
You heard me -
Scream
Dust flies
Oblivion...

Where -
Nowhere begins somewhere
A dark light
Tell me again
Cry
Head is off my shoulders
Down, down, down -
Stop.

Breathe...

.: Once again I see you, But, I see myself also... D...

.: Once again I see you, But, I see myself also... D...: Rise up, rise up, And, as the trumpet blowing Chases the dreams of men, As the dawn glowing The stars that left unlit The land and wat...

.: The world is not a 'prison house', but a kind of k...

.: The world is not a 'prison house', but a kind of k...: This covers me, that erst had the blue sky. Put these inscriptions here, half knowing why...

.: Går støttene i stykker - og dine venner får nykker...

.: Går støttene i stykker - og dine venner får nykker...: Vei stengt - og gi så... Søk havn - og bli så. Tenk rett - og skriv så. Gjør gavn - og driv så. Ha en god dag !

.: Og nå står bjerken i brudeslør, og fuglene er serv...

.: Og nå står bjerken i brudeslør, og fuglene er serv...: The wood-lark O where, what can that be ? Weedio-weedio: there again! So tiny a trickle of song-strain; And all round not to be foun...

.: La rosa no buscaba la rosa: inmóvil por el cielo, ...

.: La rosa no buscaba la rosa: inmóvil por el cielo, ...: Del llanto He cerrado mi balcón porque no quiero oír el llanto, pero por detrás de los grises muros no se oye otra cosa que el llan...

.: Sometimes we hurt; Sometimes pain is a word; - So...

.: Sometimes we hurt; Sometimes pain is a word; - So...: Syrian refugee camp. Horrible conditions. Not for humans. Where are the world? Is it our concern ? Is it the world community&#3...

.: Quien me mando desvencijar las puertas de mi propi...

.: Quien me mando desvencijar las puertas de mi propi...: Come solemnly. come most solemnly full Of a secret yearning to weep, Because the soul is immense and life so meagre, Perhaps, And ...

.: The spilled blood of this...

.: The spilled blood of this...: I don't want to see it ! Tell the moon to come, for I don't want to see Syria's blood on the sand. I don't want...

.: Before Dawn...

.: Before Dawn...: But like love the archers are blind... Above the green night Arrows leave traces of ardent lily. the keel of the moon rips pur...

.: L'amour est a l'amour ce qu'est au feu le vent; - ...

.: L'amour est a l'amour ce qu'est au feu le vent; - ...: L'absence est a l'amour ce qu'est au feu le vent; Il eteint le petit, il allume le grand. Enn så lenge får jeg klare meg me...

.: Lykksalig er den mann som glemmer med forstand hva...

.: Lykksalig er den mann som glemmer med forstand hva...: Har du et grenseløst helt sekund flammende evig etsteds i din dag blir ikke minnet et dødt bedrag, men et levende kyss mot din munn. ...

Lykksalig er den mann som glemmer med forstand hva han ei endre kan...

Har du et grenseløst helt sekund
flammende evig etsteds i din dag
blir ikke minnet et dødt bedrag,
men et levende kyss mot din munn.

.: The spilled blood of this...

.: The spilled blood of this...: I don't want to see it ! Tell the moon to come, for I don't want to see Syria's blood on the sand. I don't want...

The spilled blood of this...

I don't want to see it !

Tell the moon to come,
for I don't want to see
Syria's blood on the sand.

I don't want to see it !

The wide-open moon.
A horse or fighters unmoving clouds,
and the gray bullring of guns dream...
With guns and blood.
I don't want to see it!
Remembering dead bodies and
crying women how look for their ?...
I don't want to remember it.

I don't want to see it !
I don't want to remember it !
I don't want to know it !

I don't want to see it !

Where is the mighty Father in this Easter ?
Climbs the steps carrying all this disasters
on his shoulders...
Was he looking for peace and peace no more ?
People need need help not comfort. 

I don't want to see it !
I don't want to know it !

.: If I had your smile awaiting me...

.: If I had your smile awaiting me...: If I had your smile awaiting me, the train would recite, across the flat fields of Europe, the syllables of your name. If I had you...

.: Sometimes what ? ...We are just never enough...

.: Sometimes what ? ...We are just never enough...: With the rising sun. We see a painted sky Forever moving yet still As light becomes colour... You turn one side, Eyes open and ther...

Sometimes what ? ...We are just never enough...

With the rising sun.
We see a painted sky
Forever moving yet still
As light becomes colour...
You turn one side,
Eyes open and there...

The sky changes in shapes,
Clouds shifting to our desires
We hold both arms outstretched 
The width and breadth of the world
You turn one side,
Eyes open and there...

Slowly orange fades to blood...
The world is cast with shadows
That hide who we are,
From ourselves -
You turn one side,
eyes open
And there...

Time is like a bird,
Each feather that grows
Brings us higher and higher
Until we float -
You turn one side,
Eyes open
And there...

I remember...
What ?
Every word that was like a star
Your diamonds that you have given to me
As a wish...
I turn one side,
Eyes open
I love the humans.

To all my friends
Eyes open
I love you...

.: Sometimes we come back stronger... And the someti...

.: Sometimes we come back stronger... And the someti...: Ha, ha, for the trick of the angels white ! They freed the children's spirit so. I said not a word, But, Day and night, I carri...

Sometimes we come back stronger... And the sometimes...

Ha, ha, for the trick of the angels white !
They freed the children's spirit so.
I said not a word,
But,
Day and night,
I carried the body to and fro;
And it lay on my heart like a stone...
As chill.
--- The sun may shine out as much as he will:
I am cold,
Though it happened a time ago.

.: I am black, I am black; and yet god made me, they ...

.: I am black, I am black; and yet god made me, they ...: And yet He has made dark things to be glad and merry as light. There's a little dark bird sits and sings; There's a dark stre...

.: Resept på: "Vino Romano"

.: Resept på: "Vino Romano": I følge de "Gamle Romere" lagde de en "gift" som var verre en midelaldrens Aqua Tofana Kanskje dagens "finsesmek...

.: Barefoot over the earth!

.: Barefoot over the earth!: Shavings curl on the beach Which berry-smells fill. A cottage grows up On Sintras hill In half-an-hour`s walk From the village My ...

.: Sometimes there is no way out; --- Sometimes we ha...

.: Sometimes there is no way out; --- Sometimes we ha...: Clouds over Gibraltar's mountains That lead you to Anywhere other than here Makes the heart sing Words carried away On winds o...

Sometimes there is no way out; --- Sometimes we have to make our way out...

Clouds over Gibraltar's mountains
That lead you to
Anywhere other than here
Makes the heart sing
Words carried away
On winds of change
Life is a whisper
You only hear ...

In orange sky
You tip your head back
Listening
The sea is calling
Names you once knew
Leave a sting
That tastes like salt
Where bitter passion
Clips your wings.

Flying through a forest
A white horse is searching
Down paths it has never seen
It cries for you, my friend
But you cannot understand
Choices
Circling around you
Show the way
Into open space

Nowhere begins
Once you again you see
Blue horizon waiting
For dreamless sleep
You lay down on the cliffs
As the white cliffs dream carries you away
You remember yourself
And the eagle soars.

.: Up an down the City Road, In and out the fancy res...

.: Up an down the City Road, In and out the fancy res...: Did you ever notice that when  a politician does get an idea he usually gets it all wrong... Honesty is a good thing but, it is not...

.: Han tok det som en mann... Og skyldte på sin kone....

.: Han tok det som en mann... Og skyldte på sin kone....: Lykkelig ? Jo, det har visst hendt i stunder da jeg minst av alt tenkte på noe så frøkenfint som lykke. Hos kvinnen er alt hjertet, ti...

.: Wo die Libe herrscht, da gibt es keinen Machtwille...

.: Wo die Libe herrscht, da gibt es keinen Machtwille...: Where love rules, there is no will to power, and where power predominates, love is lacking. The one is the shadow of the other...

.: If I had your smile awaiting me...

.: If I had your smile awaiting me...: If I had your smile awaiting me, the train would recite, across the flat fields of Europe, the syllables of your name. If I had you...

.: In dreams begins responsibility...

.: In dreams begins responsibility...: Think like a wise man but express yourself like the common people...

.: Any statement is like a cheque drawn on a bank. I...

.: Any statement is like a cheque drawn on a bank. I...: Some quick to arm, some for adventure, some from fear of weakness, some from fear of censure, some for love of slaughter, in          i...

.: If I should by chance grow rich, I'll buy the hole...

.: If I should by chance grow rich, I'll buy the hole...: There are so many things I have forgot, That once were much to me, or that were not, All lost, as is a childless woman's child An...

.: In the peace of night, full of so much enduring an...

.: In the peace of night, full of so much enduring an...: I raise my head that's suddenly dazed By my useless reading and writing, And I see there's peace in the night now ending, But...

In the peace of night, full of so much enduring and of books I've read, Reading them while dreaming, feeling and musing, scarcely seeing them.

I raise my head that's suddenly dazed
By my useless reading and writing,
And I see there's peace in the night now ending,
But not in my heart.

As a child I was different...
To become what I am,
I grew up and forgot.
What I have today is a silence, a law.
Have I won or lost ?

.: Beyond the bend in the road...

.: Beyond the bend in the road...: Beyond the bend in the road There may be a well, and there may be a castle, And there may be just more road. I don't know and do...

Beyond the bend in the road...

Beyond the bend in the road
There may be a well, and there may be a castle,
And there may be just more road.
I don't know and don't ask.As long as 
I'm on the road that's before the bend
I look only at the road before the bend,
Because the road before the bend is all I can see.
It would do me no good to look anywhere else
Or at what I can't see.

Let's pay attention only to where we are.
There's enough beauty in being here and not
somewhere else.
If there are people beyond the bend in the road,
Let them worry about what's beyond the bend in the road.
That, for them, is the road.
If we're to arrive there, when we arrive there we'll know.
For now we know only that we're not there.
Here there's just the road before the bend,
And before the bend
There's the road without any bend...

(If you do not understand,
Please contact me and I will
Explain).

.: Under the water the words continue. Over the water...

.: Under the water the words continue. Over the water...: Under the water are the words. Lime of lost voices. On the cooled flower Lies my friend, forgotten, ay ! Playing with the frogs....

.: That the glory of this world ... is appearance lea...

.: That the glory of this world ... is appearance lea...: Truth exists; only lies are invented.

.: Pollution = The thirsty earth soaks up the rain, a...

.: Pollution = The thirsty earth soaks up the rain, a...: Well then; Pollution I now do not see this busy world and I shall ne'er agree; The very honey of all earthly disasters, Does of ...

.: Hvor lenge vil de andre preke når vi allerede har ...

.: Hvor lenge vil de andre preke når vi allerede har ...: Hasta Cuando hablan los demás si ya hemos hablado nosotros ?

Hvor lenge vil de andre preke når vi allerede har preka ?

Hasta Cuando hablan los demás
si ya hemos hablado nosotros ?

.: Sometimes we are blind; Sometimes we see everythin...

.: Sometimes we are blind; Sometimes we see everythin...: Eyes open With the rising sun, We see a painted sky Forever moving yet still As light becomes colour --- You turn one side, Eyes ...

Sometimes we are blind; Sometimes we see everything...

Eyes open

With the rising sun,
We see a painted sky
Forever moving yet still
As light becomes colour ---
You turn one side,
Eyes open
And there...

.: I hvilket vindu ble jeg værende for å betrakte gra...

.: I hvilket vindu ble jeg værende for å betrakte gra...: En que ventana me quede mirando el tiempo sepultado ???

I hvilket vindu ble jeg værende for å betrakte gravlagte tider ???

En que ventana me quede
mirando el tiempo sepultado ???

.: Sometimes we fall; Sometimes we cry; Sometimes it'...

.: Sometimes we fall; Sometimes we cry; Sometimes it'...: One way or another. The moment permitting, able to say what I think at times, and otherwise saying it poorly and jumbled, I keep wr...

.: Sometimes we fall; Sometimes we cry; Sometimes it'...

.: Sometimes we fall; Sometimes we cry; Sometimes it'...: One way or another. The moment permitting, able to say what I think at times, and otherwise saying it poorly and jumbled, I keep wr...

.: Sometimes we hurt; Sometimes pain is a word; - So...

.: Sometimes we hurt; Sometimes pain is a word; - So...: Syrian refugee camp. Horrible conditions. Not for humans. Where are the world? Is it our concern ? Is it the world community&#3...

.: Before Dawn...

.: Before Dawn...: But like love the archers are blind... Above the green night Arrows leave traces of ardent lily. the keel of the moon rips pur...

.: Lykksalig er den man som glemmer med forstand hva ...

.: Lykksalig er den man som glemmer med forstand hva ...: 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 ...

Lykksalig er den man som glemmer med forstand hva han ikke endre kan...

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.