The Bee and The Pesticides

I flew out of the darkness of my home
Into the morning Sun
So bright and warm

Spreading my buzz
Into the wet morning air
Pollen and Nectar is all I'm to wear

I fly so high
Into the vast blue sky
Bathing in the light breeze
Rushing my wings with ease

I lend on the flower
So golden so sweet
It gives me such power
To feed my Queen's fleet

I'm drinking from the flower
Unaware of its lure
Filling my body with nectar
which isn't so pure

My body falls to the ground
Wings grow cold and still
My sisters will join me in the grave
The poison had made its kill

Farmers Awakening

A farmer wept one tear

in form of a bee

opening his heart

with the long lost key

Deep is the ignorance

placed behind his eyes

because of his greed

the little bee dies

"How did it come to this?"

the farmer asks in despair

"Because of my greed bees die

That is not fair!"

"I must find the way

to save the honey bees

I will turn my mono-crop fields

into bee friendly trees."

Bien

Shooting stars

passing bright

In the hive

of Sun dance

Dripping down

the golden mead

Spreading the web

over the Earth

On their wings

flying high

Entering my mind

through the light

Wax knitting soft

into the skin

Warm breath seeping

out of the hole

Hexagon cells

filling the stomach

As One walking out

the Queen is piping

Queen

Queen
To be licked
Tasted
For she is
Down the comb
Laying in the spiral
Cells filling
To continuously be
In the arising and passing
Of the natural
Breath of Universe

Poem of a Dying Bee

Don't cry for me human!
Out of wrong view
Your tears flow now.

Feeling sorrow
For one dying bee
Yet mourning you are not
Your own dying cells.

Vibrating within each cell
The honey bee colony is
As in your body
Cells die all the time.

With each dying cell
A new bee is born.
Continuation of the Universe.