Enlightenment

In the hum of a bee a secret hidden from humanity, nature's charity
Avarice the human trait, kindness does oblate as weeds of austerity 
Leaves create our air, bees their honey share while we enslave
A lover's body we possess, chained love profess, our initials engrave

Owner of land, heart and hand, sealed with a golden band of greed
A selfish breed indeed to pull another's love seed as a weed
One under the same sun, brothers all from mothers, who carried us inside
Sons and daughters of fathers who in rapacious slaughters died

There's nothing's owned only by nature loaned, to be returned
Do our hands water hold, or air our fingers mold, much less love capture to be spurned