Cold wind
Warm sun

The bees will hide,
How will I tell them?
Everything new going on
For me.

Will the bees wonder
What’s become of me?

Will the bees know
If I’ve come under fire?

Try as I might,
I can’t find the bees.

They must be informed,
Maybe it’s too late.

Maybe all my bees,
Have found a better hive.