The Peace Of A Bee Poem by Noah Body

Humanity is at the apex of evolution
A culmination, the truly final solution

Capable of surpassing physical limits
Scaling even the highest if summits

Answering questions of deepest physics
Defining solutions that defied specifics

Metaphysical and mystic realms we explored
Bursting all limits above all we soared

While the birds and bees merely survived
And for eons they went on and they thrived

Never giving pause to such deep set things
Focused only on lives bought with their wings

Shelter and food and reproduction their goal
For weightier matters they care not for a soul

No madness weighs down their busy lives
Depression never locks them into their hives

Neither BPD nor PTSD locks them in stasis
Or keeps them from going through life's paces

Despair, despite, loneliness are not issues
Never must they wipe away tears with tissues

Self harm and suicide are not found in their being
For the wonders of the world they eternally are seeing

So tell me now who is really at evolution's crest?
Are humans really the result of nature's best?

What cost to us to arrive at the top of the tree?
When not one human can embrace the peace of a bee?