song of the honey bee

if you talk sweet enough,

you can usually get your words to

drip like honey from a spoon-

you can convince a swarm of bees

to follow you around…

but words don’t bring the rainfall,

don’t make the seasons change or the trees grow tall,

words alone won’t coax the tender seed

into becoming what it was meant to be,

won’t fix the spaces of earth

we’ve walked destructively.

Only love can do that-

for love is tender where talk is only sweet.