Art Work

The art work on your life It fits the store Of honey built over a Year by humble bees In thousands gathering Industrious crowd That without humming loud Silent in their industry The sweet produce usher In. So Must your tongue be So Must your thoughts be Poet Seer Hear these words hear And practice in your day From dawn to night A suffering to glory All along the way. The art work on your life It fits the store Of honey built over a Year by humble bees In thousands gathering Industrious crowd That without humming loud Silent in their industry The sweet produce usher In.