I’m scared I’ll miss the bumblebee’s, the way they buzz on by.
While the flowers crumple up from the outside.
The bumblebees will find their way, and huddle together.
While I aimlessly photograph the dead world.
As no longer are vibrant colors blooming at my fingertips.
No longer do I have that yellow color buzzing me on by.
I’m scared I’ll miss the dragonflies, and their beady big eyes.
While the leaves slowly die.
As they are covered in white, and crushed.
I’ll be unable to save them.
Their wings will not glisten in the sunlight anymore.
I’m scared I’ll miss these insects.
They bring so much life.
I’m scared that they’ll all die, and that they’ll leave me behind.