In the afternoon sun, a swarm of bees confided in me of the days ahead

They spoke of their deaths in a sorrow and fear, that they knew their lives were set to a fast clock

They told me of their ancient wisdom, how they have been since the days before human

They told me of the pestilence that will arise from their departure, and to take caution in their premonition

We will be to blame for what happens when we leave, they said

But it will be the human ego that starts the fire, and greed will have been the gasoline

Those trees will beging to dry, the animals become famined and dead to you

Take our warning with dread and awareness, for this a future that is sure to happen

Humanity will have been its own destruction