The Bees are Dead - a poem - freewrite challenge

The Bees are Dead

The sky is clear.
The air is clear.
The glass is clear.

I open the clear glass terrace door. Step out.

Clearwater bubbles into my pot.

The water is clear.
The grass is clear.
The tree is clear.

I water the young tree. Walk back to the terrace.

In a corner. A bee on the floor. Dead! Another bee. Dead!

The grass is clear. I cry.
The tree is clear. I cry.
My tears are clear. I cry

I cry. I cry. I cry.

I thank @mariannewest for her fabulous 5 min. #freewrite challenge.
The prompt today is: the sky is clear

If you like to learn more about @mariannewest's #freewrite challenges and the house of freewrite: @mariannewest/day-318-5-minute-freewrite-sunday-prompt-the-sky-is-clear

I thank @snook for the excellent tutorial: @snook/easy-how-to-for-mariannewest-s-daily-freewrite-challenge

Source: poem and photography @anutu

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