honey, are we not eating the bee's 'love juice'
is it not the result of their hard labor
consider leaves to be the litter of trees
but forgive them for helping us breathe
the cloth diaper advocates use toilet paper themselves
and canned goods sit untouched on their shelves
maybe the sun is not wanting to smile
i hold nothing against its inevitable rile
we give much of our imagery such bad names
vicious aggressors in an unfair game
many things in life have to earn our favor
when they should be the result of our hard labor
2/2011
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
spectacular poem there. Very unique. Nothing like it,