I am the rusty - patched bumble bee, fuzzy and soft.

My friends have all gone.

I help the flowers spread to the horizons, but I am alone.

My queen has grown sick with an illness born beneath the sky.

I am the bumble bee, I am not thee

That pushes for more.

I am not thee with an endless thirst.

I am the last rusty-patched bumble bee, oblivious to destruction.

My queen did die, my family gone.

My fellow bees did not last long.