Bees Are Buzzing around My Head

​Bees are buzzing around my head
Some of the flowers are yellow, some
Are cobalt blue, the tree trunks
Are trying to stand up straight—umm,

That’ll do. Someone’s singing--
So it goes—someone’s delivering
A lecture—at five in the morning,
Everything’s soaked with dew, I’m shivering,

There’s a path through the grass,
It says “Walk,” I walk, then
“Live,” I live, the broad leaves
Of the fern puff out their oxygen,

And everything you say is green
The bird songs chink the air,
And maple trees are dropping seeds
And daws dart everywhere.