Have you ever seen a honeybee take pollen from a tree?
A delicate dance with vigor.
The weight of the new burden, difficulty of flight
To bring back the prize to the hive.
Have you ever seen a honeybee take pollen from a tree?
A silent observer is me.
A dreamer has left today.
She would look out the window in her forgotten room
Telling me stories in vivid color.
Stories of a home on a hill, a stream through the trees,
A small bridge over the stream.
"Would you walk along the stream and over the bridge?", I would ask
"Yes, we used to walk down to the stream and watch the birds, sometimes they would play in the water".
The trees through the window are old.
Their greatness still exists, the girth of their trunk
"They've been there for years", she said.
I could see the house on the hill, I could see the stream, the birds and of course the grandness of the trees.
"I'd love to go there someday", I said.
"It's very far. I think the children have school today", she whispered.
"Maybe someday".
She smiled.
Goodbye my friend.
