This the day I will be lazy and not read and not even attempt
   to write about  spring flowers they will soon disappear and bathers
   who come to stay have sun and sand on their mind
   Flowers do not make themselves beautiful for us but to pollinate,
   attract bees which we stupidly try to **** with pesticide and we'll know
  the shrivel up of nature and hunger.
  I know of a colony of bees in the back yard but I leave them in peace,
  but fear their sting: a bee will never be your friend
What happened to the bumble-bee I saw one big as a helicopter circling
my house it was looking for a place to rest but the sparrow wouldn't let it.
No, I will do nothing today except making a mental map of the world on
the cracked wall on the house opposite mine