To help them grow
One little bee peeks out to see
A world of grey and snow.
She's looking for bright colors.
And she needs you to help them grow.
I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind: Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned With lilies and laurel they go; but I am not resigned.