Ancient bones die

I hear planes in the sky
bees nearby
I sit and wonder why.

The rise of Earth’s scent
brings memories
ancient as I inhale

Bees nearby
feasting, dancing
to ancient rules

Planes in the sky
laden, travelling
over ancient lines

Me, eyes closed
listening, inhaling
relishing the sunrise

I sit and wander
over bees nearby
over planes in the sky
and up, and around
I wander till found
the answer as to why

ancient bones die.

I sit and wonder
of the age of ghosts
of Earth’s ancient hosts
and of time’s thunder

where ancient bones sigh.