Alas! at last, I beheld a silver line.
Amidst the heavy clouds of gloom, and pain that has cracked
with grief.
the tears with
torrents of booms, like the showers poured on and on.
In the glistening silvery light, I beheld a golden shadow.
Quite a site it was, I eagerly yearned to see,
With those ever dimming eyes, of a withering dithering Bee.
A gentle and sweet angel, I murmured to myself,
I wished with a pounding heart, at least I could be her elf.
With her kind and genteel words, she soothed my entire soul,
Like a phoenix born from ashes, she made me rise from my
fall.
Charmed by her singsong voice, I earned her sisterly choice.
Armed with strength and joys, She bestowed me a brand new
voice.
Lost in an endless desert, the time I suffered is gone,
On to the green I shall return, blessed with her plenty’s hone.
In her twinkling pink-filled world, I’ll mold her heart in gold,
And hoist her swing to the peak, for her to be never ever called
so old.
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