The Reluctant Bee
The Bee: Your colors are alluring and your petals are so welcoming, yet, I can’t help to think you are fragile compared to me and it feels like I’m desecrating your home whenever I feed off you.
The Flower: I was born to embrace you, as you spread the essence of my pollen and cultivate the sweetness of my honey. There is no desecration in that.
The Bee: But we are so different in form, we do not fit together.
The Flower: But our purpose is the same and we work harmoniously for the continuation of life. We may not fit in form, but we belong in ideals.
The Bee: I move so fast and you stand still as I feed off your nectar.
The Flower: But even in my stillness I feel it all. My stillness is not lack of movement, my stillness is contemplation.
The Bee: I was not built to stay.
The Flower: I was built to wait rooted in faith as I bloom.
The Bee: Your magnificent colors make me come back for more.
The Flower: My beauty was made to call upon you, and here we are.
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