Bright sunny, does the sun shine,
Honey brings us home in the summer time.
Birds sing upon the branches thin,
we hear the natural water spring.
We sit upon the grass so dry,
We hear the bees come out of hive.
How delicate they hum.
They have a beautiful drive,
To make honey for their hive.
The smell of the grass,
The color of the flowers.
The rich power of this beauty,
How we love them so.
The flowers glow in summer,
As they do in spring.
We hear the words so wild,
Of this springing child.
