Ode to Bees

From air and soil,

From bees and sun,

From others toil,

My food is won.

And when I bite,

The soil, the air

The bees and light,

Are all still there.

So I must think,

Each day afresh,

How food and drink

become my flesh. 

And then I’ll see

The air, the sun

The soil, the bee, and me

All one.

- Adapted from a Celtic prayer by Jeanie Martin

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