It may be
Sunlight sparkles on a freshwater stream,
Or so it may seem.
It could be salt.
Distant grey mountains, so large and so old,
Or so I am told.
They might be clouds.
A lark in the sky flies, singing to the day,
Or so they say.
It may be a gull.
It may be,
That they might be.
It could be,
But they shouldn’t be.
This is a place,
Where there aren’t bees,
There should be,
But there aren’t.