IAM Lfe
Accompanied alone in the woods is where you’ll find me.
Talking with your beautiful Sol.
Feeling the words blown by the trees.
Come and you will find me.
Asking questions science cant answer
On my journey through the golden resting place a bee stung my skin. Right after the pain and the ejection of the hook I saw a lifeless body lying honestly. Dying to protect the others. Dying, knowing the significance of that moment for me will not reflect her own. All females. Perceiving the importance of family. And I will savor your honey.
With a smile on my face she injects a thorn
The bees were the outlaws turned devotees. They dishonorably discovered their power to produce their own source of energy. Perfect hexagon honeycombs, made with bare limbs, were only vessels for the slow sweet delicacy. The power full flyers vowed all for one or one for all.
“On this day we realize our place. Our part will serve the Absolute. We shall spread the seed of Nature and rely on no others”
Naturally the bees asked for protection,
IAM protection. I shall equip your yellow striped uniforms with one sword. The conditions of Nature are pure. No bee will use their gift without the price of death. Be wise my warriors. I dub thee “Mother Nature’s soldiers.”
“We live for one…we die instilling the fear of annoyance on Mind’s back while protecting the life of beauty.”
Just as in the Natural World, nobody wins. Bees are kamikazes by nature. They are the rulers of their world
IAM the beauty of life.
Live and Die
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