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?