Bee stings never feel sweet
To die to protect, what an unfortunate ending
So important, it's fragile little life
So feared, adored, but met with endless strife
Like an ant on the floor, left alone, like a chore
As a group, tortured wars, but important, although ignored
Then the moth, so restless, always flying so obsessed
Treated poorly, but has meaning, all of them with such a wish

Let them live,
Let them be,
Pollinate, we need three,
All are worthy,
We will see,
Let them be,
Let them free