It rattles my bones
far from any place considered home
literally alone sitting patiently
facing these hallowed out trees in a cold breeze
a crippled bee wallows on the ground
I found some meat for it to eat
and a stone to help breach it from the sandy madness
sadness takes me as the bee falls back over
a colder breeze chills me
It kills me to see the struggle and stress
fighting without resting.
Accepting its fate I walk away
and contemplate my own last day
everything will living will die
No matter how hard we try to fight
and it might not sound that great
but  I'll wait for that moment
when I know it's all ok