Give Me The Breeze And The Bees Poem by Alfred Barna

I watched a bee land upon a flower
I saw that he had so much more power
Than all the mightiest men in history
I heard a drop of rain fall upon the ground
And it made a melodious sweetly sound
Than the most wondrous of Mozart’s symphony
I felt a seed as it sprouted forth from the earth
Sensing I was witnessing the miracle of birth
As if all the life in the universe was springing happily
I tasted the fruit that was hanging from a bough
My tongue and my body quenched from this now
And I know that this is how it’s meant to be

But the men who rule this silly hill
Like to impose upon the world their will
Would not see
Would not hear
Would not feel
Would not taste
All they desire is to rule their brother
Making money from their toil and their troubles
Although the earth is truly their mother
They cared not to help one another
Scamming each other to produce a dime
Now the bees are dying from what they are spraying
Not listening to what the earth is saying
Hoping to make money even upon their destruction
Not even seeing what they do is such a crime
Just give the breeze and the bees
Just give the breeze and the bees

Give me the bees that make sweet honey
It’s so much more precious than gold or money
What is history mean, if we have reached the end of time
Give me the rains that fall down from the heavens
Not more strip malls and Seven Elevens
I’d rather have fields of grapes for which to make sweet wine
Give me the seeds that aren’t stamped from Monsanto’s tower
Because we don’t need their monopolies of power
Let the people of the world eat freely from their own vine

But the men who rule this silly hill
Like to impose upon the world their will
Would not see
Would not hear
Would not feel
Would not taste
All they desire is to rule their brother
Making money from their toil and their troubles
Although the earth is truly their mother
They cared not to help one another
Scamming each other to produce a dime
Now the bees are dying from what they are spraying
Not listening to what the earth is saying
Hoping to make money even upon their destruction
Not even seeing what they do is such a crime
Just give the breeze and the bees
Just give the breeze and the bees