Sweet Machines

I would like to talk with thee
‘bout my little friends.
Did you maybe see
the honey- or the bumblebee.

Those flying buzzing sweet machines,
who work and work and work,
while visiting,
every single flower, blooming in the field.
While greeting,
the great Sun,
turning their petal heads as Sun flies the sky.

Speaking of a turn of turns,
when will it be us, to return,
the favors of flavors?

Or….. can you make honey?

If we don’t can….
close the circle,
the earth indeed will be flat,
You know, you might’ve never thought of that,
falling off the edge,
ending on the other side
of the equation
of life itself.

I don’t need a seer to foretell you, my deer,
that extinction is near
and if we don’t close the circle,
the earh will be flat

So therefore my fellow companion
I would like your opinion
‘bout my little friends
and did you see the honey- or the bumblebee?

I will tell you a bit more
bout these flying buzzing hairy fairies.
they are striped, they are pretty and masters of dance.
whispering their wings,
telling their kin,
‘bout all the good things,
mapping the flowers, a compass of joy,
to make fruit bearing trees and strawberry fields.

Fairies are friendly
but easily distressed,
so try to be kind, don’t make them upset.

Don’t wake the wrath of fairy,
little but fierce, they will give you a sting,
not really to pain you, but learn you a thing.
For without fairies we cannot thrieve, 
it’s not imaginary, we need them alive.

I ask you again my people, my kin,
have you lately seen,

these sweet sweet machines?