A Bee Thinks of Flowers.....
 

A bee thinks of flowers.... and how sweet that pollen will be once its made.... SQ beautiful are they who are the flowers.... how their sweet musk fuels one so..... how such a sight upon these eyes fills the soul upon that which propels thee........ anger.... horror... sadness.. confusion... ...... toxicity.... loneliness.... Death..... a hive is not a hive when it is ...destroyed.... rotted...... gone....... but how did this happen? Everything was soo beautiful in the beginning...

Let me know what you think this means and how it feels to you......

Everything may have been beautiful in the beginning but the past is gone. It's time to find beauty in the present. There is beauty even in Death. Death is a transition from one form of being to the next. It is a transformation. Nothing stays the same. We are in a world that changes second by second. The only thing that is real is 'now,' and I'm not sure how real that even is.

wow, I really like eihwaz's answer. :smile: