Wind
The wind tastes like a cool breath mint
Wind carrys the smell of flowers around
So the bees have to chase them down
The wind sounds like a whistle
The whistle is made by a ghost walking around
The wind feels like swirls of ice cream
The wind feels like little tornadoes swirling around
Or maybe it might just put the bees at ease
As long as they go down into the trees
And don't come out God help us please
As the clouds move by
You might see a plane and cry