Honey Bee

thought of lucid dreams with hay pillow clouds in the sky a tear falls from the face of a little girl shades of grey turned to light The little girl speaks," Sugar is sweet so sweet as honey from a bee ." she dreamed a dream set in a flight to a fancy remembers holding the hand of her daddy life is filled with times like these the cool breeze through a Willow tree love is a circle nestled to her brain love is a fountain that explodes in extacy columns of pillars in duration we each can learn from the honey bee the hay had grown to a fuller stock pillow clouds lay somber in it's desolation we can learn to fly