From My Wings to Your Heart: A Warning Wrapped in Hope | June 18, 2025
Annonce:



Hello, gentle friend…
I may be small — just a bee, quiet and busy — but the weight I carry is heavier than ever.
Each day, I fly across fading fields and shrinking gardens, searching for color, for life, for hope.
But the flowers are vanishing.
The air is warmer. The silence grows louder.
And too many of my sisters… never return.
But the flowers are vanishing.
The air is warmer. The silence grows louder.
And too many of my sisters… never return.
We don’t ask for much.
Just blossoms to visit.
Just safe places to land.
Just a world that remembers how deeply we’re connected.
Just blossoms to visit.
Just safe places to land.
Just a world that remembers how deeply we’re connected.
Because when we disappear, it won’t be just the end of our hives.
It’ll be the fruits you eat, the flowers you love, the balance of life itself.
It’ll be the fruits you eat, the flowers you love, the balance of life itself.
So I’m asking you — from wings worn thin:
Please, plant more. Protect more.

Let weeds bloom. Let wildflowers dance. Let your patch of earth become a sanctuary.
Eery petal you save gives us strength.
Every garden you grow keeps the world turning.
Every garden you grow keeps the world turning.
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