A Taste of Honey

Disappearing from the garden
Unheard amongst the trees
Humble bees are vanishing
Their sound is now declining
Patterns are slowly fading
A very serious diminishing
Is going completely unnoticed
With consequential devastation
For the well-being of the planet

The creature doesn't feature
On the Richter scale of cuteness
So humble in its appearance
Its existence taken for granted
Not majestic like the whale
Or clever like a leaping dolphin
Nor angry like the wrathful tiger
But its survival is threatened
A species on the edge of extinction

Tread softly on the ground
Walk gently amidst the flowers
Listen carefully for the sound
Our humble friend is not around
That tailored coat is missing
From the symphony of existence
We are all left naked by silence
And the business of buzzing
Can no longer be taken for granted

That taste sweeter than wine
Is now in serious decline
Sight sound and taste is vanishing
Without a serious murmur
From the industry of conservation
Or the planet savers of the nation
Amidst the ecological devastation
Small creatures give us comfort
While big issues merely threaten.

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

"A Taste of Honey"
Duncan Brown,
what a beautiful poem! Do we recognize the bee. You describe it as being "humble." Oh, I like that!
"Tread softly on the ground. Walk gently amongst the flowers." Amongst gives this sentence a timeless and precious and thoughtful quality.
The above two sentences are the perfect setting to nestle the next line. I like it so much!
"Listen carefully for the sound." The sound of the bumbly bee. yes, I understand where you are coming from.
Beautiful poem.
Blessings,
Kathy