Some souls are all will
The worker bees and drones
The how without the why
Busy until they die
Some souls are all feeling
The heart is queen
And passionately she rules
At the center of their world
While other souls are all thoughts
They lay the honey in the head
And rise and swarm
Restless for another home
How fortunate this whole constuction
Hovers above a field of flowers
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