Bee's Of Earth

They run looking for the sweet side of you,
but never the bitter side of you,
they dance to all the music you play,
but never to see the pain in your hand's as you drum,
they are always There, not for you,
but for the Honey you will give to them,
they are always there for a season,
not for long, when you stop producing,
they leave a for a better place.