Happiest Lion
Roll, Break, Burst
Bumbling beasts, I raise you twentyA race, a race, the pollen fieldsSucculent, you honeyed-breathThe hours, the hours I've spent betweenThe house, the hive, the evergreenHoney, Honey bees I wonderIf I may steal that plunderA comb for Darcy, a comb for EmmababeOn three count, should we run?Spring-sky shepherd, herd your clouds close and shade usWe who crack our combs cleanSweet gold, hours oldThat cloud-flock does humor at fingers giddyThey roll,Break, burstShould we run?What homeward birds bring backDo nest their young in April songOh southbound remedyWe returned, feathers freeRun, run, run
From Letras Mania