The birds are darting to and from the shed
Parabolas at speed, they look like bees
Bright holly berries looks like flowers of red
The birds are darting to and from the shed
In metaphor, the berries are Christ’s blood
The world is rich in meaning to those fed
The eyes that see, the mind, enriched and pleased
The birds are darting to and from the shed
Geometric paths ,oh, wondrous bees