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[m-writes1]

I watched a bee

as it took its shaky

flight path to the

flower in front of me

and the flower

welcomed it with open arms.

The bee got to work,

diligently moving its

delicate little legs

in a way

I’d never understand.

Shifting here, shifting there,

letting soft shades

of yellow stick to its touch.

A greater purpose,

I soon realized, was at play.

The bee had a job to do

I couldn’t stand in its way!

But then the bee flew away

letting a soft little

hum linger in the air

and I was left there,

pondering what that means.

All while the bee

flew back to its hive

helping its kind

to just stay alive