Hum

As the bee approaches—

Humming the air,

The rose sweetens

Her nectar.

Stretching her female

And male bits up,

Caressing the bees knees

As she drinks her fill.

For generations they

Have been dancing like this.

Sweetness and vibration,

In service to us all.

Touched by the beauty of the rose,

Fed the sweetness of honey.

Many, many, other wild creatures,

Constantly hum earth into harmony.

We have forgotten

Our song.

Taking—without joining in

The dance.

Are you listening to the

World around you?

Or simply stepping over her

On your way to work?

Many, many, indifferent, taking moments

Build dissonance and disconnection,

Until the flowering is

War, greed, and Tyranny.

This poem is my

Bee dance.

Please remember your hum,

There is sweetness anticipating you.

The best time would be now.

Let's join the dance.