Hey you flower

A flower, around by trees,
once said,
to hardworking bees,
“I’m dead.”

The trees looked down at the bees,
scared.
But down the road came a breeze,
and said,

“Oh flower, my dear, be at ease,
instead.
I know that from you, these bees,
have fed.

But flower, my dear, please…
look ahead.
Those fields that you see,
blooming, red.

Are blooming like this, due to these bees,
that spread,
from flower to flower, the pollen, they seize,
from YOU, my friend.”

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How beautiful is this scenario and
How beautifully you have presented it all
@Twisha_Ray :clap::clap::clap:

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Thank you :grin::grin:

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Imagery :heart:

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Thank you so much :hugs: :grin:

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So very beautifully expressed @Twisha_Ray :heavy_heart_exclamation: