Bad poetry and Just Sitting - blog journey portraying the coarse and subtle levels of the phenomena called Mind-Body

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Farmers Awakening

A farmer wept one tear
in form of a bee
opening his heart
with the long lost key

Deep is the ignorance
placed behind his eyes
because of his greed
the little bee dies

"How did it come to this?"
the farmer asks in despair
"Because of my greed bees die
That is not fair!"

"I must find the way
to save the honey bees
I will turn my mono-crop fields
into bee friendly trees."