Yellow Lives Matter

Yellow lives matter I do believe As I now look upon my yard, When I inhale nature I sneeze, then I breathe; Because none of God's plants here are barred. The dandelions I see them both here and there A foe which I once hated without compassion, Especially when they went free in the air They helped destroy my yard's beautiful fashion. I see the Bumblebee destined to its fate As it flies from one plant to another, It's job is to always pollinate So, it stays busy like a caring little mother. When God first created this garden Earth He gave all of his creations a mighty task, Always in nature there would be a birth So, the Bees in the sun weren't allowed to bask. The Bumblebee goes to the dandelion plant Their task, it never stops, Though people curse and against the plant they will rant; As the Bumblebee pollinates them, and the world's crops. People proudly poison their lawn's weeds They all want that immaculate yard, as once did me, But, upon that lawn the Bumblebee pollinates and feeds Sadly pretty soon, there won't be a Bumblebee. Randy L. McClave