I sit in this meadow of green
Covered in a watery sheen
I have been waiting on the bees
To descend from the trees
But they have not been here
For more than a year.
Where did they go?
Where did they blow?
Did the wind take them away?
Did they simply want to play?
I'm beginning to tilt
To simply wilt
Is this my last breath?
A simple kiss of death?
Farewell Mr tree.
It's time for me to be free
Because everyone has forgotten me.
