Enchanted

Fields of clover

Softly glow

Like Summertime’s

Freshly fallen snow

~

Filled with pollen

Their scent does call

To the honey bees

Come one, come all

~

Enchanted

So soft, So sweet

They swarm together

Over a field of treats

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