THIS AFTERNOON - I SAW A BEE.
This afternoon I saw a bee
It wasn't at all aware of me
There are no flowers that I can see
That might appeal to a wandering bee.
And yet, here in the heat of the late afternoon
Many long miles from the nearest bloom
It's happily humming its hopeful tune
Searching for nectar, perhaps, or a home,
Lazily, slowly, undulating
Calmly, patiently, faithfully, waiting
Perhaps it knows, it's anticipating
That here, one day
When we've all gone away
There'll be seeds, then weeds,
And eventually trees
And I wonder, when those of us left have gone home,
And the bee remains, all alone
What happens here if a young man dies
And all but his bones become one with the earth
Would he eventually fertilise
The soil, and so bring forth the birth
Of flowers?
© nigel hallworth 2014