Untitled Poem 1

The birds, the bees,
They dance, they sing
And together drink sweet honey.
They love, they live,
Amongst the trees
Forever in harmony.

A storm did come
To lash the trees
Singing its vengeful song.
The birds, the bees,
They all did flee
To hide till morning’s dawn.

The rains did sting
The winds did howl
Silencing nature’s song.
The leaves were torn
But roots were deep
And so the trees held strong.

“Oh where, oh where?”
The trees did sing
Missing that sweet, honeyed song.
The birds, the bees,
They all had gone,
For all of them had died alone.

The birds, the bees,
They danced, they sang.
But all of them had died alone.