Blossom Dear

Blossom dear, what is the power
Draws the shining wings to thee?
Nestled in thy dainty bower
I can always find a bee.

Little friend, my bees find honey
Hidden deep as deep can be.
Without fear and without money
Come they for these sweets to me.

Flower, flower, give me honey,
Give me honey from thy store.
I will pay with love and money;
Stores of money, and love much more.

Dear, I cannot give you honey.
Shall I truly tell you why?
Bees pay better worth than money
As they have wings, but you can’t fly!

So I coax them with my honey,
Feed them with my very best,
While their wings bear life to many
Waiting in the cradle nest.

For the children of the flowers
Need the precious pollen dust,
And the bees have winged powers
To bear to them this sacred trust.