I am bit inquisitive of bees collect pollen <br />from the flowers swollen. <br />And they prepare for the coming Autumn. <br />A decayed old tree little embarrassed <br />And I inquire the reason. <br />'I am quite old dear and do you know the bitter joy of being an old? <br />Every year the cruel Autumn comes and snatch my poor innocent leaves <br />And I am certain this time I won't be able to face another spring again.'<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seasons-change-their-innocent-lifestyle/
