Foxglove and Bumble Bee
I watch the busy bumble bee
fly round the foxglove bell
where then he crawls inside to see
the source of nectar smell.
He collects the amber powder,
in which the genes are found.
To other blooms this he transfer
to ova all around.
Soon fertile blooms wil turn to seed
in this give-and-take game.
Then form new shoots - the plant thus breed.
The procreation game.
It is species in harmony.
Maybe man learn from this
and nature’s rules start to obey,
to rise above his mess.
But he will not for he can't share,
so those rules he does break.
He blunders forth with not a care,
forever on the make.
Copyright © Tony Hargreaves | Year Posted 2022
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