Birds fluttering their wings around
Quickly descend onto this ground
To comfort an exhausted silent Bee
That’s deprived of that blossoming Tree.
The little birds encircle the Bee
And chirp for her a sweet melody
That can be heard far away
Where that Tree steps in a laborious way.
The evening’s hot, the little birds fall asleep
Even the Bee lacks some of her energy
To keep going around in glee.
Yet, she trusts that blossoming Tree.