Cut, Meadow, Bumblebee
Buzz, buzz, to and fro,
tell me, bumblebee, where do you go?
In the night, in the darkness, amongst the clouds and rain.
Is there a shelter in the distance
where you watch through a windowpane?
Are there queen bees and stingers and babies yet to learn,
crowded all around you as you watch the human world burn?
Do you talk over honey about the faults of man?
Do you ponder over petals wondering how long you can
survive without us, the destroyers abound,
the polluters, the deniers, trashing air and ground?
Will there be redemption
amongst the ones who hear your plea?
Without us, you will perish,
reminds the little bumblebee.