Writing

This is something I wrote months ago...maybe one year?

Do you think
That you ever
Could take away the sunbeams
From their source?
Take away the bees
From honey,
The notes from the piano
And the leaves from the trees?

Only autumn takes
The leaves from the trees
Wind carries away
Notes of the crying piano
Bees go away, but always return
And the sun wants to give us
The light that will keep us alive.

Sometimes, I write things (like this poem above) without really knowing what I mean by them...just like letting myself carried away by the sound of words....But the result can be interesting, maybe you people should try :)