You and I
How much time we spend
Standing on the edge of a spring
Somewhere in spring
Looking at the horizon
Following the bees
Listening to the breeze

Early morning
Leaning on my window
I saw one pass by
Treasuring a flower nearby
Then going on its way
Kissing it goodbye

That buzzing sound
Not that sad
Rather melancholic
Somehow monotonic
At noon
It breaks
Just like this rhythm
Verse schism

If you ever abandon me my love
And I know you would not
Remember the bees
And forget me not