Shade Tree Memories

For the Love of Things <br>Little bee on the rosebush <br>May you smell the sweet scent of the flower. <br>Never forget this flower in which it will come back <br>When you leave the field in which you fly around <br>You go around trying to find that one you found that day <br>But all you see is gray <br>It's never coming back to you <br>It lost its scent at summer's end <br>Now its winter and you try to stay alive <br>That rosebud is all you think about <br>Just hope for the sun <br>And maybe you will smell that scent once again <br>Not in a dream or a fairy tale <br>Just for the scent you would die a thousand times over <br>You wait in the cold where you found it <br>But the sun never comes <br>Summer's dew runs through the field of dreams <br>The winter's cold is gone <br>Flowers bloom <br>And those roses come back to life <br>But the bee has died waiting for the flower <br>The poor being lies beside the rosebush its dying wish <br>For that sweet scent <br>Now rose-red buds lie on its grave <br>That is love for beauty <br>And not for entertainment of others<br>