are we and the grass and trees ennobled graced gifted are we the thriving warrior's worker ants enrichers feeding the throng as we strive daily along sniffing a scent we get in our minds a nirvana a heaven if we just keep on and we wax and wane in lyrical bliss tired to the bone whipped just to hear a song of hope or love or perpetual peace, and as we stay the course for the eternity as it ticks we are blessed to breathe to be a part of the chorus a melody we all make buzzing like bees a song once did escape the numerous that sung so rare it made a song like a bee and an ant on a pine cone in the forest. For that, I hum.