Apianthos

24/06/2025

🐝 “I Am the Last to Leave the Hive”
Hello, my human friend,
This morning, I was the last to leave the hive. The others are gone—some lost, some never returned. It’s quieter now. Too quiet.

I am a bee.
And though the world calls me small, I carry forests in my feet. I carry hope in my hum. I carry the future with every flower I touch.

But I am afraid.
What happens when the last bloom dies?
What happens when the last bee fades?
Who will tell the trees to bear fruit? Who will whisper to the blossoms to rise?

You.
You are the only one left who can turn this tide.

🌼 Scatter seeds like you’re sowing stars.
🌾 Let nature come back to your doorstep.
💧 Let this Earth breathe again.

I may be small. But my fall is not.
Don’t let me be the last.

17/06/2025