Bumble bees gear up with swat materials, heading face down into the windy turbines of the outdoors. They don’t see what they need to. Cranking wings they hum and buzz through backyard travesties, garden groves and playground seminars.
Theres distrust for mighty enemies and dishonesty towards the clouds above. They plan to rain down with fierce might and understanding as to nourish the sister flowers with pain and givings. Nectar sweet and serene the only thing that brings them home is their name. Harsh, cruel, considerations muster up their courage.
To only hold one in your hand brings the truth of this sweet nectar. Bite, they might. Sting, they cannot. Courage and power they hold in their bumble and progress they bring to the ethosphere.
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