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 ....
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WL (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My painting and a poem to the plight of the honey bee
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Or you"ll place men and women laborers on ladders hand pollinating with paint brushes as they have done in China (at nowhere near the efficiency of the bee!). Check stanza six for double play of the word "when" (did you intend?)
If only bees could read this! What a tribute to these buzzing and humming creatures who sustain so much of what is beautiful and so sweeten our lives. A truly wonderful tribute to them.
I often fear the extinction of bees. I have always been fascinated with how such small little creatures make a global difference in the environment. I hope that we don't destroy so much of our ecosystem, that the bees are no longer.... We should take example from them!
Great write my friend!
Such an important issue so well highlighted
Very good and important write. If the bee is exterminated, as we seem to be trying to do, life on this earth will change so dramatically. Once more those who can do something about it cannot see passed their money.
Yet another fine artwork WL.
Got bee sting on weekend. But still love the paint.
"Scholarly Wanderers"
Such a beautiful title for a hard working creature.
Praise to the bees. I mean... as a child i ran from them so they won't sting me. And as an adult i still do. 🙂
But i love bees. The way they look. When you get a really good look at them, they are kind of cute. They are like little flying furry pets! 🙂
Good write. I do hope they never become extinct. They are part of life small little wonders. 💕 ❤ 😊
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