This Time of Year

The moon has turned is side,
We are in a new era as we glide,
Painstakingly taking new strides,
Washing our ways and our hides

We make our own paths,
Care about what we want to,
Forgetting everything else,
Our inner selves never blue

Look us in the eyes,
Tell us what you see,
Dine with us if you have courage,
Notice our movements as the bee