the bees know something
they hide in the swamp
where the tupelo grows
the deer see dying waters
the bees are gone
they cannot find their tree
the air is still and mute
the river of grass weeps
and the bees know
the cane fields bring death
the tupelo tree is quiet
the bees have flown away
And I thought Tupelo was just a city in Mississippi, U.S.A. Now I've learned it is a tree, too. The bees are smart little critters!
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Beautiful poem on bee and earth. Enjoyed with attractive photo provided. Thanks for sharing.