The Pollinator’s hands gently, quickly brush stamens, gather pollen to fertilize flowers and trees.
Desperately seeking to create in nature what was taken away with the disappearance of the bees.
Fruits and grains have blown away on infertile winds, hungry mouths there are to feed.
A buzz, a sound so soft on the wind. Hanson has brought his bees to bless our fields and trees.
The Pollinator’s work gently beside the bees as they seek to bring forth the fruits and grains we need.
8 thoughts on “Five Sentence Fiction: The Pollinators”
aw I hope you have more bees soon; I love them too; and they have suffered in many places.
Thanks. I am allergic to bees, but i know how valuable a resource they are. I am excited if I see any. The Lantana used to be full of them. There were hardly any this year.
I’m you’re allergic, I know that can have very serious consequences; I’m glad you still like them though, and I hope they manage to replenish their populations, all the best 🙂
We’ll have to get rid of those neonicotinoids.
I know. It is terrible. They really need to figure out how to help cure the bees.
Stunning picture. May I use it in a GreenFriends newsletter I write monthly?
Sure. Thank you for wanting to use it. 😀
Thank you for being willing to share it! I’m working on the next newsletter now so the timing is perfect!