In fields of flowers, where the bees once hummed,
A silent sorrow now hangs heavy and numb.
Their buzzing wings no longer fill the air,
As the plight of the bees becomes a despair.
Once pollinators, guardians of the bloom,
Now facing a fate shrouded in gloom.
Pesticides poison their delicate dance,
As colonies dwindle, their numbers in a trance.
The hive's heartbeat grows faint and weak,
As disease and parasites prey on the meek.
Queen bees falter, their reigns cut short,
Leaving a void in the hive's delicate court.
The flowers wilt, their petals forlorn,
As the bees' absence leaves them torn.
No pollination, no fruits to bear,
A world without bees is a world stripped bare.
Their honeyed nectar, a treasure lost,
As the bees pay the ultimate cost.
Their buzzing song, a melody gone,
Leaving a silence that lingers on.
But in this sadness, a glimmer of hope,
As humans awaken and learn to cope.
To protect the bees, our vital link,
And restore their world from the brink.
Let us plant flowers, create sanctuaries of bloom,
To give the bees a chance to resume.
Their vital role in nature's grand design,
A reminder of the interconnected line.
For the bees are more than just insects small,
They are the heartbeat of life's grand call.
Let us cherish and protect them with care,
For a world without bees is a world stripped bare.
