Stained on the sepia scattered across the harvest sky... in the haze of the moon, under the gaze and the tune of the night glides the Godiva harpist- The Charmer, the lady...
Under the Monarch’s wings she whispers against the golden rod and showers her seed along the dew... careful not to disturb the community she keeps...
The Workers dance to the notes of her key... gathering to serve their lady, their Queen...
And The Charmer conducts the concerto of nature’s reprise... all for the lady, all for the
Queen...
All for the nectar, for the sweetness, for the taste... all for the beauty, all for the space...
She shutters against the wildflowers bloom... and blows a kiss to the stars with her fingers in dipped in lilac... dripping like wine falling toward Earth...
And the Workers drink her spirit she spills and spew it to serve their lady, their Queen....
And The Charmer bats her eyes in subtle reprise... all for the lady, all for the Queen...
All for the nectar, for the sweetness, for the taste... all for the beauty, all for the space...
All for the hive, all for the team, all for the lady, all for the Queen...
She ponders and hints to her companions in call... in beckon... in jest... in quiet... she sings her song of adulation...
And the Workers hum against her spat... and scurry to serve their lady, their Queen...
And the Charmer... she winks at the dawn and concludes her reprise... all for the lady, all for the Queen...
All for the nectar, for the sweetness, for the taste... all for the beauty, all for the space...
All for the hive, all for the dream, all for the lady, all for the Queen...
All for the lady, all for the Queen.
-Beautifully written by the talented Alex Eriquezzo