Alone a Tree In Mourning
A single bee
Alone a tree.
A single day in morning.
His slicker sly
Of catching eyes.
His sweeter side of aging.
Like sticky seeds,
These blossom beads.
The winter plants are dying.
A drunken bee
Flies lazily,
Brought down by nectar drinking.
Our springs are wet
With sweet forgets.
Our hearts forever bleeding.
Our summers heat,
These days retreat,
Our only summer setting.
Our summers die
In lullabies.
I wish I wont stop dreaming.
A passer by
I might ask why
Alone a tree in morning?
And possibly
He’d die to be
My only glimpse of fleeting.
Without a care
Our pulses dare
To reach the height of running.
A gentle sigh,
An open mind,
Holds within each waiting.
His ancient cry
Of reasons why.
His simple song of saving.
I'll never die
He'll say tonight
While other dawns are breaking.
A passer by,
I might ask why
Alone a tree in mourning?
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