It came to mind; I look around, a dozen poison cans I found,
The most precious honey bee, had built its nest upon their tree,
With epi pen and fear of life, they ran and caused the bees much strife.
I multiply this scene, for all we spray and poison so,
To all that lives we are so mean, how could we sink so low,
A zillion agents poison strong, that poison wolf, and fish, and all,
Soon the time will come, the time, we too will fall.


I did not, for I know, you know, from oil, to gas, to mountain top mining, the razing of forests and on and on, much too soon we’ll ask, where oh where, has life now gone, ours included.