Bumblebee Honey....

Your voice is like music to the ears your whisper is like the soften breeze you may wander daily anywhere, but never lose the way I'll remain still healthy even though I sleep outside in the hay I don´t get caught a cold easily since you oft feed me with bumblebee honey I am now amidst the thousand years cold period I never get ill even though I'm growing old as years passed by within many milliard miles pay attention to nature around ye the borders turn gold and becoming very old ye and I won't get sick since we consume your own bumblebee source honey ye support me as much as ye can I have glee such as our beloved mums both have pleasure on heaven´s spot ye playeth and studieth whilst I talketh to God then I will cross the seas again in search of new cod and bread to nurture the mind and soul based upon ora et labora (fr. Latin: pray and labor) our beings whole ye art mine and I am thine with God's support think ye sayeth whilst I prayeth con Amor (fr.Spanish: with love) forever more thou art in mine and I´m in thine in our own surrounds, I feel fine ye art God´s child so mild ye stayeth calm on rivers wild I pray every day in many ways Oh Lord, keep mine heart pure on the highways your voice is like music to the ears your whisper is like the tender breezes imagine why I never freeze you refreshed the day before it seizes you feed me with strawberry love sweet bee honey and bumblebee's honey do not forsake the many blessings you empower me with your huge showers bumblebee honey of me…. © Sylvia Frances Chan Copyright Protected Rewritten and republished on PRINSJESDAG 2018, The Hague, NL.-Tuesday 18 September 2018 - 12.15 hrs. P.M. BE NOTED PLEASE, Thank you immensely to PoemHunter and Team, this poem is chosen as MEMBER POEM OF THE DAY on Wednesday 19 September 2018. THANK YOU SO MUCH.