To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, -

One clover, and a bee, 
And revery.

The revery alone will do
If bees are few.

truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell

to see the summer sky
is poetry, though never in a book it lie -
true poems flee

the brain is wider than the sky

i hope you love birds too. it is economical. it saves going to heaven

i'm nobody. who are you?