A bumblebee came flying by.
I asked, ‘Where are the others bees?
It seems they’ve lost their appetite;
I fear that something is not right.’
‘You people just don’t understand,’
It said while hovering close by,
‘that sometimes what is rightly planned
‘can suffer from a selfish hand.’
It flew away more work to do
Its words still ringing in my ear
Man critical of Nature’s ways
Acts at a price another pays
When caught between his birth and death
Within a world that he creates
Filled with the thoughts that knowledge brings
Man views life’s stage but from the wings
Calamity, ungracious time
A measure of man’s hunger for
The sweetness of that lost embrace
From one that no more shows its face
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beautiful yet nostalgic
Thanks. When a bumblebee speaks, I listen 🙂
When the small creatures begin disappearing we really should take notice, Jan. They are where everything begins, a barometer of world health. Like the canary down the mine.
A world in the grip of money-grabbing, ecocidal maniacs.