Where the wind takes the honey bee

I am but a feather in the wind

A grain of sand in the storm

A flake of snow in the blizzard

Determined to sing freedom's songs.



I flow with the water, blow with the wind

As light as cotton, a song they sing

As full of air as the liar's glare

As small and ignoble as the hangman's stare.



Where it ends I know not

For no one, nothing I ever fought

The wind carries me across the sea

At the sight of waves, I don't flee.



For who am I, a tiny being

Onto forces strong I cling

No end to my travel, I am faint

I flow with the water, I am just sane.



And for my obscurity who is to blame

I was born a grain of dust in the rain

Unlike you, I don't desire change

Not one of the many who act in haste.



So I travel the realm, from the river to the sea

As far as my tiny eyes can see

Yet, nothing, no one ever stops me

Who am I, but a tiny honey bee.

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