The bumblebee

I watch a little bumblebee

buzzing, crawling, circling our tree

while mild warm breezes playfully

mess with your hair touching me.

You gently take my hand and

lead me to a far-away land

where milk and honey flows

maybe destiny, who knows.

Best friends, our broken wings,

sharing, laughter, wedding rings.

Bumblebee, I miss you so

The ease, the light, the feeling

I cannot melt the heap of snow

that buries us, I’m grieving.

Eventually, nobody’s fault

believe me, I don’t know

how you, my little bumblebee

could turn into a cow.

My little bumblebee

Credit: NovemberMan