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Why Bees Are Dying Off

I recognize you in your entrancing diversity. Float through the scent when the sun is sparky. To plunge while hanging in the air on your head. Each magnificent blossoming plant in the glade. A fresh term starts as the former one withers away. I'm vile by your demise, which neared firmly decay. Sorrowful, Bees vociferate within the messy mass. She is undeniably distraught as lies down to pass. Why, goodness, you coerce this man in any way? Reckless and ruthless, lacking care as the world decay. Foulness and war are inciting Earth-wide total warming. Wrecking the planet's core for our honey bees killing. I'm sitting down now, fearful it will strike you again. Your richness is valued by both lords and beggars, zen. Nevermore will you trill in the hills and meadow. Chimes won't loop during weddings, although now. A world nearly breakdown, brought around by man. Man-made droughts, lack of fertilization, and famine.
Written: February 12, 2022
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George Avatar
February 13, 2022 at 3:02 AM
Honey bees and so many other insects , birds and animals are on the verge of extinction . In a highly polluted with a quickly changing climate, they can't survive . So sad that bees are dying. Great write !
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February 12, 2022 at 11:22 AM
Hello Lasaad, without the honey bees, there would be any more honey. I love honey I use it every day in tea. I have no idea what i woud do without it. Enjoy your day my friend.
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