look to the flowers
caress the wind
gentle wanderers
in natures balance
while some are weary
others they frighten
slapped and trapped
to many a nuisance
to others a marvel
understanding their value
seeing the harmony
in natures brilliance
winds are changing
carrying a burden
too heavy to know
till their absence
scholarly wanderers
endangered maybe
beyond return
carried with penance
pollenators
lifes elicicers
for when the queen
is gone we will miss her
hives are falling
to a mite that kills ...
what will happen when
wings that beat
for a million years
suddenly fall still ....