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There is no Prince among the bees
Who would bravely fight the seas
And rescue the Southern Breeze
Whom the sea has held captive
So they sing their mournful song
To send to forest where flowers throng
Honeyed blooms can’t linger long
They fall to the ground with souls restive
We are the honey bees
Forgotten by the Southern Breeze
North Wind’s leading us astray
We have all lost our way
To your fragrant home
To fill our own honeycomb
*In the Sunderbans the honey bees are obstructed
by the unfamiliar cold North Wind to proceed further into the forest. The bees
take the help of the South Wind (still there’s no sign of it) rising from the
Bay of Bengal to fly deep into the forest of The Sunderbans to collect honey.
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Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Earth Day or Earthiness @ Poets United
