Daybreak in the apple grove. Little gold bees were out after honey. And where can the honey be ?

The song
I'll never speak,
on the tip of my tongue fell 
asleep.
The song I'll never speak.

On the honeysuckle
a firefly blinked
and the moon was prickling
the water with a beam.

It was then I dreamed
the song
I'll never speak.

Song filled with lips,
flowing from far away.

Song filled with hours
while away in the shade.

Song of stars alive
in perpetual daytime skies.

In the infinity of white.
Snow.
The song I'll never speak.