Something like love

Something like love

watching the bees, 

slip into the flowers

the leaf wanted it too.

It waited and waited-

until it became the yellow.

wilted, 

humified-

back to earth, 

out of breath

but then, the bees came, 

not the golden ones,

and carried it back-

for the earth to reclaim it.

one last act of love, 

perhaps.

humans- what animals do, the wild, untamed ones, we do

humanity- and we name everything what we don't 

ironical, isn't it?