I walk through the tall grass, Hat in hand. The fat bees are drunk with honey And the dawn light warms my face. The whole world is golden And it fills my heart with light. And yet I've found it wanting still To share with kindred heart in its regard. So when the moon begins to set Know in days that pass you by When cool wind blows And mist rolls in That you are not alone this time To see the beauty there that lies within.