The little bee dies and we don't know why.
They said the meek shall inherit the Earth
but when the meek die, so shall the powerful.
First no honey
then no clover and alphalfa for the cows
no grain for the chickens
then no fruit or corn or wheat for us
then hunger chaos and cruelty
then nothing.
The buildings of man shall all crumble
except for super max prison cells

Slowly at first the bee comes back
and then small animals
and perhaps one day a more simple and wise person shall return.