Where is my food these days.
Men is a mean creature in my book,
it's destroying my playground, my
food, my home. Flowers are becoming
so rare that I labour to find nectar to
replenish my body before the long journey
home. I believed in mankind to be generous
and helpful towards my life, but such was
not the case. Burning, cutting, destroying my
food and home is so hard for me to accept,
that I know I won't make my trip to reach
my original birthplace. Why do I search, must
I really just laydown and die...
