No one Noticed the Bees

-A.R. Mirabal

It started with the bees.

No one really paid any attention either, noone really stopped to consider something was wrong.

Why should they?

There’s: Bills, unread texts from the PTA groupchat, bills, next month’s company Christmas party, bills, your spouses’ in-laws staying for two more weeks, bills, annoying neighbors -clearly there were more important things to prioritize.

I remember thinking like that...when the biggest disaster I could imagine was the party with the wrong colored ties winning the primaries.

Everyone thought humanity’s end would either come from its own doing or some alien attack - according to all my dad’s old sci-fi’s anyway.

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No one ever considered it’d be the Earth itself, that Mother Nature would instead be the harbinger of death.

After the bees left, so did the seasons. Hail storms started to paint the Sahara white, volcano eruptions painted the Amazons red.

News Stations eventually just gave up on weather forecasts, though they had more than enough to cover with all the riots and floods engulfing every major city, on every continent.

Chaos became as common as producers being accused of sexual misconduct was when I was young. And by that I mean we got used to it.

Even then, no one seemed to bother; no world leaders acknowledged that the bees were gone, that the plants were dying.

In the end Earth got rid of us, replaced us with a lifeform that wasn’t so delicate, so self-serving. A lifeform that would live forever and reach heights unimaginable to us.

In the end, we saw the very foundations of humanity crumble to dust while a new kingdom rose.

In the end, we finally learned to work together and love one another; but it was too late.

For even in the end, no one noticed the bees.