We go down to the bees

They work with wax and pollen;
they melt the flowers into honey.
But when we stand here, it is
like standing
on the front line of a war,
looking and listening into the future.

Nothing moves.
It is an invisible and silent enemy
we are fighting against, as insect
after insect crashes to the ground,
struck by something we don’t know what is
or can see.

The only thing we know
is
that it gets quieter and quieter
with each passing spring.
by Morten Søndergaard