A beautiful tree whispered to me on Ventura Blvd.
it said there are secrets here that you can find
I can show you the song
The song your bees can dance to
lifting my eyes in reflection
I touched the feeling of weightless expanse that floated my bees to the horizon

In the horizon my bees gaze into the infinite
realizing their place here on Earth they returned back into body
buzzing with a new found joy
I took to walking
suddenly taken with a need to run
the memorable tree waving goodbye
not to be forgotten

The bees here are drunk on beauty
they go from flower to flower amazed by each encounter
never before have smells and sights taken such a touch
the bag that holds these bees almost seems to want to let them out
they understand it is for their fundamental constituency
the film is see through and hardly a bother
they also feel nostalgia of home
the bee hive has had news of powerful rain