Honey

Dreaming of bees, honey on the comb
the way they swarmed and flew on their way to a new home
One big whir, queen and drone, making honey

Fill up the Folgers cans, under skies bright and sunny
Trading fruit no exchange of money
Grapes on the vine, meant for white wine
Apple and pear tree, so much honey

The neighbors came apart and filed for divorce
Built a big road and buried their horse
Put up that long fence across from the pond and field of clover
One day you come home find its all over
Stolen honey, no longer true
Stolen honey, can happen to you
Some things are sweet, but you don't really know it
Until what was once plenty is no more

The world turns and turns, the planets they line up
We rise at dawn, pour coffee into a favorite cup
Hoping for honey, hoping for honey, hoping for something sweet