fresh

i get what you see in the bees

i, like you, like scrawling on a tree

and all the things scented on the breeze

but i don't have a clue what it is you want from me

come, nestle next to me

tell me anything, anything you please

i've forgotten things you can't conceive

i look at you and a word occurs to me: fresh

when i look at you

i look at you anew

anew

anew

Peter's request:

who is the imagined singer

a big fat bear

who is the intended listener

his cub

ask three questions

are you happy?

is there anything you need?

what do you want from me?!

describe your song in one word

fresh