Olivia Wallace

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