The Boy and the Girl

The bees to the flowers The ants to the colony Termites to the wood The boy to his girl As the ants burrow in the hill Wolves in a cave And the worms in the dirt The girls heart is embedded Into her lovers chest For she loves her as the boy loved the girl The geese leave there home When the summer comes round Though, no summer would come To mark the migration of her love Left without a flap of wings Or, perhaps, the boy ignored The flight all along The strength of the light That inundates the lands It is to rise upon To was the sorrow the boy felt When the girl sought to be happy But he too was blinded The boy who couldn’t connect With the girl he once held Blame to be pinned on he But only too late For she was gone And the boy was Alone