Honey Dew:

As I watch the dove make its nest in the rose,
Only the men with secrets know how it goes,
Busy the bee that makes honey for me,
Dropping like dew that you cannot see.

Like the wind as it whispers through the sacred trees,
Telling me tales, and many of these.
Only leaving out the most crucial part,
The unanswered question, where to start?

So I'll spend my days, as a servant to my ways,
And try to teach when I can, all the younger men,
For my first duty is to love my fellow man,
And my second is to learn as much as I can.

For I have the heart of a Bard and a body of a man,
And I hope to see more join the Druid clan.
                           /|\

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