this day

This the day I will be lazy and not read and not even attempt
  to write about  spring flowers they will soon disappear and bathers
  who come to stay have sun and sand on their mind
  Flowers do not make themselves beautiful for us but to pollinate,
  attract bees which we stupidly try to kill with pesticide and we`ll know
 the shrivel up of nature and hunger.
 I know of a colony of bees in the back yard but I leave them in peace,
 but fear their sting: a bee will never be your friend
What happened to the bumble-bee I saw one big as a helicopter circling
my house it was looking for a place to rest but the sparrow wouldn`t let it.
No, I will do nothing today except making a mental map of the world on
the cracked wall on the house opposite mine