Changing seasons.

Changing seasons of oriented poise 
the gardens lively with tender noise

That makeshift heaven for the bee's 
The tune of birds in loftly breeze

What quiet place but room and door
Would silence their applauding cry

The bird who sings a whispered tune
Though brings each song to lie

For all of living comes with sounds 
The beating heart in all ones breath

And silence falls to be of still when
All but things would come to death

In all the noise that one can heard
The sounds of life such living time

Would bring attributes to such card
Once sending you or I 

Each sound no longer reaches out
to trace the nature of love intact 

Though love begun and never ends
In any timeiming may be fact

So little bird and lovely bees do sing
And hum your daily chore

I'll be here in nature's treasure , not
hidden behind the wall or door

But lively ears may listen to the song
Of every calling bird or bee

Silence comes for those who seek
though death is not for me

Oriantal changing seasons blossoms blooming,  flowers grow

The song of birds shall never tier 
And bees do come and go.