Bees Are Right

Written by: Brian Faulkner

Flowers red and flowers white
Fill my hours with sweet delight;
Flowers white and flowers red
Smiling from their dewy bed.

Tiny flowers, flowers tall,
Waving o'er the garden wall;
Bees are happy, bees are right,
These do make a pleasing sight.

Older flowers hanging low,
Younger flowers upward grow;
Gentle buds, brimming mirth,
Bursting from the heart of earth.

Winds so friendly flow along,
Puffing slow with petal-song;
Robins sing and robins sigh,
"Oh, why not a flower I?"

See the children, children sweet,
Tumbling at the flowers' feet;
Lovers young and lovers true
Kiss the flowers, two by two.

Eyes of love and eyes of light
Mingle in the flowers might;
Might of beauty, Beauty's spring,
Oh!  they make the world sing!