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The Honey Bee and its true Worth

Updated on September 21, 2016
what value our beautiful flowers...
what value our beautiful flowers...


How much is it really worth, the value of life upon this earth, all that we see,

Oceans, lands, its beautiful trees, the value insured by the small honey bee?

Such a simple process, this pollination, done by bees, almost each occasion,

Sweet nectar harvested, a pollen vocation, all of this done as a gentle invasion.


MAY WE PLACE A VALUE ON OUR FUTURE LIVES?






Sharing every gift, going from flower to flower, in early morning to evening's hour,

Helping germinate every bower, this does so punctuate, the Honey bee's power.

A tireless worker, a busy bee, building combs, saving honey we see, only the best.

Storing eggs, larvae, and pupae, and all the rest, a magnanimous task, we attest.


WHEN WILL WE STAND AND SPEAK OUR MINDS?


Fertilization is now a success, as fruits and their seeds are left now in their quest,

A perpetual process, Mother Nature, at her best, insuring that we all are blessed.

The small bee to grant the greatest gift, a well secured future, all our spirits to lift.

One little insect, with wings so swift, as it darts to and fro, true meaning of its thrift.


WHAT WILL OUR CHILDREN THINK OF US?



Now the last honey bee, its final demise, the greatest single loss, when it dies,

No more shall hungry be fed, the masses to starve, all misled, as each cries.

The ignorance and greed, of the few, to lead, all former success it now belies,

What was once told as truth, now proven uncouth, cloaked in its ugly disguise.


IS IT TOO LATE TO CHANGE THE HANDS ON THE EARTH'S CLOCK?


Pollution, spraying harmful pesticides, irresponsible farming techniques prevail,

Malnutrition, pathogens, loss of habitat, Colony Collapse Disorder, as life to fail.

Virus and fungus problems, associated with colony collapse, as if by some spell,

Seems to permeate efforts of saving our bees, their futures on this earth, not well.


WHEN WILL WE TELL HOW MUCH IT MEANS TO SAVE OUR HONEY BEES?


Is time to stand up, speak our mind and save our Honey Bees, us to be aware,

Now we have our futures on the line, make contact to congress, show we care.

We must write, make calls, speak our minds, so that all may know our plights,

As the redding sun sets the mood by its light, a companion moon, in the nights.


IF WE STAND UP TOGETHER AND SPEAK OUR TRUTHS, WE MAY SUCCEED!

 A redding sun sets... all rights reserved and under copyright 2016
A redding sun sets... all rights reserved and under copyright 2016

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      whonunuwho 10 months ago from United States

      Thank you Shauna and many blessings on this fine October evening. whonu

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      Shauna L Bowling 10 months ago from Central Florida

      Very powerful poem, whonu. Our honey bees are nearing the endangered category. They play a vital role in the cycle of life. We must stop spreading harm and let them rebuild their numbers.

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      whonunuwho 11 months ago from United States

      Thank you Audrey and many blessings on this fine Autumn day. whonu

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      Audrey Hunt 11 months ago from Nashville Tn.

      I love this! You know what an advocate I am for our bee population. Your magnificent poetry sends a powerful, much-needed message. We must take responsibility for doing what we can to preserve our honey bees. I'll share this all over the place and thank you. Thank you, my friend.

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      whonunuwho 11 months ago from United States

      I agree my friend and many blessings to you and yours. whonu

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      Hari Prasad S 11 months ago from Bangalore

      Excellent poem.

      Our needs have to be curtailed, our greed has to go.

      Then only the nature can take over once more.

      - hari