Bees Perspective

Thu, 01/16/2020 - 08:56 -- Corin

 

 

I look around and I think what else could my imagination see?   

 

A flower so simple and delicate, but to a bee it is no such thing. It’s a tower that piles high above ground making cities and cities of thee.  

 

And when seeds are dropped for, for they are no tower, they turn into a house. That will one day sprout above the others become a tower no doubt. 

 

But when they die they break away and leave their spirit behind. Leaving hope for those that still have a chance to tower high and be alive. 

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Comments

hotidris

Nice poem about a bee flying around a flower.

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