The Queen of Bees

In the warmth of spring she’d sit in the valley
Humming her lively tune
As she’d sway, the creatures would sashay,
And they’d pray for the fruits of June
She would breathe in deep and breathe out life
All in time with circadian rhythm
Workers would bow down, revered her crown
They knew she was stronger with them
Together they’d fly all through the night
Giving hope to the world surrounding
All whom they’d pass, would tip their hats
With gratitude and admiration abounding

But

As years went by, we forgot those who fly
And stopped taking time to aid their endeavors
The flowers now die, and with their demise
The bees cannot fly whatsoever
And when the bees slow, and hide from the cold
Queen bee cannot keep up the fight
A millennium pact, careful balancing act,
Now faded in cool morning light
If Queen bee is laid to rest, upon great Earth’s breast
The world as we know it is at stake
For when the Queen of Bees dies, we’ll all realize
We must give in order to take.

Kacie Day is a rising poet and author whose work explores the beauty and challenges of the human experience. She resides in rural North Dakota with her husband and son, finding inspiration in nature and her close-knit community.