Oh, asters, wild asters, beloved of bees.
You tumble down hill and sway on the breeze.
Carpenters browse,
And bumblebees hustle,
And tiny green jewels flex tiny bee muscles,
And aster, your bounty of nectar and pollen
Brings honeybees climbing your flowery columns.
We thank you for bringing your lilac – white clouds
And the sunny gold joy of honeybee crowds.
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