Analysis of Burning Bee

Her wild eyes and timber bones
Quake at the rush of wind
Her petals that fell from the tallest mast
Rise and fall at their own wistful whim

Deep and drowning within the blue
She whittles white bark from skeleton trees
I know it's true it's true it's true
That she will always rush away from me

Cast upon her struggling shore
I flounder in the foam
Like the ladybug and burning bee
I will forever within her roam

I know she will be here when the sky blackens
I know she will see me and ignore my glances
And even if I splinter from the rock
and pour into ashes

I will love and love and love forever
Until she falls upon me
and smashes