Don’t look at me she said there’s nothing to be done
I am only a single person and honey , eat none
Even if I cared about it who’d listen to me?
I’m not a politician or someone who hugs the trees
Her eyebrows raise and she looks devoid of caring
There’s more for me to think about than insects and daring
Probe a little deeper and you find her insecure
Confused at others worlds that to her appear poor
So pointing out that little bee as the key to her own life
Her mind makes little connection
Anger stems forcing her to demand (with jabbing finger)
Show me it’s work that’s worth the linger
One by one her plate is carved till precious little remains
The flowers on the table gone
Her shock now plain
And ringing in her ears are the words
This is what these creatures do and this the thanks they get!
Without their help you don’t eat if they come to harm
Their work continues only if we’re careful in our world
The food chain isn’t a pretty name for golden threads
You snap this one and the earth can end up dead.
Ailsa
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