The nectar his love,,A bee buzzes away Pure white,,Takes his time There's no rush,,Still early today The sun a quarter up,,Warmth in the sky His wings fall down,,From the form of a pointed crown The air so mild,,His wings grace the breeze He hits the sky,,His stomach is full Nectar the energy,,His nature,,His love He floats through the sky,,As i watch and see Pure white,,So beautiful to glimpse for free,,A wonder a miracle to me He seems so swift,,Circling so high My eyes do follow,,A fence i rest,,