The sky is pale as a dandelion, my blood is red
as the heart you place on my chest, to revive
me from all the sadness that swarmed around
me; like a hive of disturbed 🐝 with no smoke
to calm them.
Bees fly high with no care in the world until
you disturb them; then it’s a attack of the bees
and they will not stop until you are no longer
living. They thrive off air exhaled during you
last breath.
You see all living things have a turning point,
only time will tell once that point has been
reached.
Be careful even organisms attack at a certain
point like the bees that swarmed you for
disturbing their honey.
Keep you hands, feet and other objects to your
self is the motto; but as humans we can’t; we
have to disturb things.
Fly bees, fly you have no worries I will let you
be as the bee you are. Pollinate the flowers,
and rebuild beauty, create precious golden
honey.
I see the beautiful flower that you help
reproduce and give life to the earth. I think to
my self what a wonderful world these little
creatures help make beautiful.
Don’t strike my little friend you have no
worries with me, I only long for you beauty.
No need to strike and emit a light sent
undetected by the human nose,
for reinforcements to strike me down until I’m
a breathless, lifeless, soul.
Fly bees, fly high and proud.
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