Bees and Ants

Two Brothers departed a concrete world Of hurried horns hallowing a rat-race rule Babbling crystal streams countered by camel grunts Led the way to calloused palms. And in that breath of honest air. The Bees and Ants hailed us faor. Under shy shimmering stars in a field of pitch black. In the crisp, crunch of forest soil, Dawned upon by feet so bare, Of gemmed cobweb bridges naturally built, And the scarlet sky of rain and rakhal reprise The Bees and Ants welcomed our sighs. In Yellow hands stained by turmeric pure, The freshest butter met the freshest bread, And sugarcane rain drenched Honey mansions of a thousand rooms, As mudded walls shielded fragile hay, The Bees and Ants asked us to stay. But decades of toxic sprays, commercial plagues, The greed and ghosts of governed ways, Tortured our mother in many minds Two brother spent a thousand days, Two brothers in an agricultural maze, To show Bees and Ants an organic way.