Brown Angels

Life is nothing but climbing to a mountain of dreams, There is a peak; I listen to the song of falling streams How earth's dry face is turned waxy by the creams There is a bee with sweet honey and soothing wax Sleep and dream my restless sweetheart and relax, Don't waste the night in thinking who is the bee You can't see, but the honey and wax you can see Pains are followed by pleasure, fruits on the tree, Let us climb and pluck forbidden fruits and flowers Brown clouds are ready for the white showers On the branches pink flowers and the green leaves Men, animals, birds and insects; here all are thieves Love is a rains that will heal all the cracking grieves Love is a miracle it will turn into pleasure all our pains Brown Angels will come down and wash all our skinny stains Let us steal some colors and scents as our destined share Nature is kind at the moment and we have courage to dare The honey bee will peep down I'm sure, she will stare In a heavy raining night be a scene more and more inviting Let us be a source for her to be more and more exciting.