Of Bees and Time

Sweet saccharine foragers,
Instinctively they thrive,
Yet the months grow lonelier
Under fading skies.

The solitary forager,
Battles pests, fights the blight,
Yet the seasons splinter,
Shattered by their flight.

Colonies struck by hunger,
Queens that fail to reign,
Yet the years pass quietly,
Sequestered in their pain.

From humble beginnings,
To monocultured ends,
Yet the decades have forgotten,
The loss we cannot mend.

Enlighten us,
Teach us what we've denied—
Bees are the beginning,
And our end, if they die.