Bees-Trees-And Seas

I stopped to smell the roses I got stung by a bee Weird as it might seem that made me so happy For the bees they are a dying it seems something is wrong If those bees keep dying we won’t be here very long I know I could just blithely continue down this road Refuse to be responsible, refuse to carry my load But isn’t that exactly what led us to this place? Where we are grimly facing the end of the human race I know I could keep writing about the rising of the seas The millions confined in poverty and the dying of the trees Oh the subjects they are endless this truth that we must face However self glorification causes us to move at slothful pace I guess it is more pleasant staring at yesterday and fail to see tomorrow And the price that we will pay…sadness sadness they refuse to listen, And when told they refuse to listen, they refuse to listen. So to you I wish to say…I love you and goodbye