Bees

BEES

Through blazing sunshine's warming rays,
On the summer breeze,
Through lazy day's hot, drowsy haze,
Come the humming bees.

Their gazes trace the sun's sky place
To guide them to sweet treasure;
As they go buzzing through day's space
And run the hive-dance measure.

A lizard lies in lazy ease,
Snoozing through the hours;
But round these blossoming lemon trees,
These bees visit flowers.

Still busy, buzzing bees are coming,
As a cloud around___
Surrounding blooms with golden humming:
Honeycomb of sound.