It is at this burgeoning time of year that my thoughts turn to nature and how we never quite get the balance right for the survival of the planet. The more we take and don’t put back the more nature has to struggle to re balance.

Light flooded meadows brimming with sweet honeyed flowers bedappled with dew;                                                                                                                                       Butterflies bumblebees damosels too drunkenly stagger in nectar filled hue; How is this image today now expressed as fields drunk with pesticides only are dressed?                                                                                                                                  Mistakes of the past rear up now to haunt as we pass by blindly ignoring the facts For so long around that we look but don’t see how commerce has left barren acres of tracks;                                                                                                                           Many have now seen the light and are planting wild flower seeds right next to the wheat;                                                                                                                        Bumblebees, butterflies, damosels sweet fly up and around in blissful nectar retreat;                                                                                                                                                We have all been guilty by absence, design or merely a shake of the head in resigned                                                                                                                                  Acceptance of what men in dark suits were planning to plant next to burgeoning shoots                                                                                                                                                Now as we look with fresh eyes do we see the reinstatement of the humble and wonderful bee.

Denny Bradbury

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