Golden droplets grow from the wildflowers under the sycamore tree
Looking and swaying along in a row gently within the breeze
Hidden somewhere over earth, under sky forever looking to the sun
Until they lock eyes with the moon at night when the day is done

Nectar so sweet seeps from the wildflowers at the sycamore tree's feet
Collected daily by the honey bees who hum when the flowers they meet
Often said and often told is that this song gifted wings and flight
Rising forth as they sing and composing from daylight into the night

Sweetest honey, ambrosia of the earth, your hues is unmatched, you shine
A mixture of work from both earth and sky, intoxicating as if wine
Why and where you lie in this world are known only on high
Under stars and over soil, a miracle in this by and by