The machine
And the spider
We see the roses
A garden
The garden of the Gods
How could they be
So beautiful and entailing
Grasping the eyes
Opening our hearts
And what is that?
Is that a tree?
There's the leaf
Touching our faces
Combining our hands
Making the color
Of our spirits
And the ropes
Giving hopes
As we hold
Our strong legs
Pick up speed
We fly high
Through the grounds
As the two bees
Following a road
Without a destination
With a destination
The Greatness
From God
Together
Walking
Finding
Ourselves
One other
And a where
Anywhere
Everywhere
To feel
To live
To love
To gather
Two bees
And Together
Be.