Home by fall of eve the bees come winging;
Happy is their flight and happier their singing.
As the night draws closer and the light grows faint,
Darker still their air lines cross the skies they paint.
Peace is all about them; a calm and healing peace
Fills the heart and fills the mind and brings the soul release.
Nothing now can trouble, nothing can distress,
Here, where bees are humming songs of happiness.
By: Josephine Morse