The wind blows across the tops of the trees, the pollen in the air tickles my nose and I let out a sneeze.
I hear the bees buzzing in the distance - we are saved by their very existence.
Soaked in their honey, they're worth much more than money.
Pollinators wearing capes, with wings so small.
When will we understand
the significance of it all?
It's a cycle. Find your stepping and be a stone.
We all must sit on the throne of today, together,
as one.
Tomorrow is fictional, so live presently.
Walk the world and dig deep with your muddied, feet.
This is bigger than you and me.
Climb your mountains, and lock hands with whomever you can along the way.
We all depend on the very same things.
