Away from home
i met a bee strolling all alone,
gave it a chase
it flee far from home.
On my way home
i heared buzzing, hungry yawnings and a massive coming,
eyes right,
and behold the runaway bee
leading a colony.
i cant remember how i got home.
Last night my weary fist did the broom mock
and they spoke in diverse tongue
you will get tired,
bonded are we in one.
So came the heavy wind
pulling houses, rooting tress
swaying children, human hidding.
Men of valour could do nothing
Cos' the wind did not come
but the winds came.
He who has ear let him hearken
the gods speak not twice,
and motivation do not last.
We are tougher together
