The Tired Bees

One little breeze as quiet as a hiveful of tired bees, one little breeze.
One little word as soft as the breast of a hummingbird, one little word.
Oh oh oh
One little song sung oft as a moth moving towards a light left on.
Oh oh oh
One little tremor as tender as a frost thawing into pond, one little tremor.
One little word as soft as the breast of a hummingbird - one little word.