S. Stormy

What, what

What can you learn

From the squirrels that scurry so quickly to earn

The food to last through the cold

Nothing, nothing

There’s nothing to learn

The squirrels should realize that they’ll just get burned

For all things will die when they’re old

What, what

What can you know

From the flower that struggles so madly to grow

Fighting its way towards the light

Not much, not much

There’s not much to know

The flower is stupid, for winter says no

I’m sorry, the future’s not bright

What, what

What can you gain

From the soldier that fights his way through the pain

Knowing his reason to stand

Something, something

There’s something to gain

For the soldier has courage to see past the rain

Of sorrow fate holds in its hand

What, what

What do you see

In the nurture that comes from the hard-working bee

Hoping to brighten the earth

So, so

So much I can see 

In the frantic preparing of sweet, sweet honey

Scaring away any dearth