This Natural Miracle
The Bee
Is God’s gift,
God’s plan, his path to flower,
His proof, mystery, victory
To me
So subtle is
The spade–
The key, the seed,
the melody, the song that
unites the life circle, an earthly symphony;
The bee, which on weed doth feed
Now I
To harmonize, and stem the tide
Of death–this present death of stinging pest–
Am ignorant of the music;
What remains to me?
Too late it seems
Too late for a new song
Late life the circle harmonies
God, sing.
