No world for bees
Words and design Olivia Wallace
A stifling breeze stings my cheek
my eyes gaze over a sight so bleak
I reminisce about the fuzzy body
of a bee
Cool, clear water kissed my fingers
turtles, fish, their memory lingers
river, streams gleamed radiant
now dry, parched, dirty, gone
Memories of that sweet earth stench
that old perfume I cannot quench
where once mighty trees stood tall
their carcases litter the ground
Breathe! Fresh air high above
where once I saw a soaring dove
now shocking orange, purple, blue
pollution smears the sky
I cried I tried
our politicians lied
I would trade all our coal, oil, gas
for the caress of a bee
