The Death of Bees

 The Death of Bees
by: poem written in the spring of 1990, this is the first time published as a friend mourning the recent death of Mr. and fellow package.
I will not forget your wings
hard to distraction fly to the sky to make the last attempt
this moment, your eyes passing
a flower fields flash
and small stars, like bees flutter fly
This is the morning of July < br> I have been away from the bloom of your
journey alone in their encounter with each other I was in my
elliptical orbit fallen

and you let me do you Oh God, dying priest
, open your garden the best it
let you open it purple hibiscus flowers so fragrant winds over days
Music Ensemble it
your little angel has done in the world mission
now,UGG shoes, to your golden wings flutter
played a sweet, stay in the far
pain, she had to endure alone
here the last time in her twitch and sigh
I beseech thee, O God, eternal love
open your garden it