Happiness can't be bought in the
Ominous ways of the capitalist secret.
New money old family and the life
Every American was promised in the virtue of
Your freedoms, your bootstraps, your promises to the bees
Singing buzz songs in the morning dew, how the peace consumes
Universal truth in the simplicity of such a complex dance. My
Capitalist hellscape can't choke out the renewal of sunflowers, or my
Kindness tethered to the pollination magic moments in this yard,
Yielding to the magic that's become a sanctuary for more than just these bees in my garden.