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    Buzz, Buzz, Buzz

    Nature is a place of many wonders for both the big and small.

    The forest is alive with sound, but one melody is clearly heard throughout.

    Buzz, Buzz, Buzz.

    This is the rhythm of life for a bee; and the instrument it plays in the forest’s grand orchestra.

    So long as a bee can play this tune it is still alive.

    Buzz, Buzz, Buzz.

    Flying through the vast and boundless sky, up and down, round and round

    Into the mighty clouds above, that cast cool shade upon the world below.

    Buzz, Buzz, Buzz.

    Between the overgrown blades, from the jungle of grass below

    Around the skyscraper trees that fill this land.

    Buzz, Buzz, Buzz.

    Over the small creek, now a raging and rampant river grown fat from recent rain

    One simple thought is on the Bee’s mind: “Find Flower.”

    Buzz, Buzz, Buzz.

    A courageous carnation, an outrageous orchid, a timid tulip

    Perhaps a lonesome lily, or a dramatic daisy, who will it be today?

    Buzz, Buzz, Buzz.

    The breeze blowing, growing stronger and stronger

    A small gust for a falling leaf, a typhoon of wind for the Bee.

    Buzz, Buzz, Buzz.

    Fighting the torrent of wind, the Bee loses control

    Falling, spiraling out of control; down, down, down.

    *SPLASH*

    The Bee crashes into the stream below, its cold hostile waters attack

    The water invades the Bee’s precious wings, now heavy and unable to move.

    Splish, Splash, Splish.

    Nothing to grab hold to the Bee struggles to stay afloat

    The yellow and black stripes that paint this flying tiger, begin to fade under the surface.

    Splish, Splash, Splish.

    Colder, darker, deeper the Bee sinks lower…

    Light is soon smothered by the water, the cold void encroaching in.

    Splish, Splash, Splish.

    Does the Bee think of its hive? A place now far and distant.

    The weak Bee loses strength, reaches out one last time into the darkness, grasping for the light.

    ----- , ----- , ----- .

    Groping into the water the Bee feels something

    A leaf, but from where, why, how?

    ----- , ----- , ----- .

    With the last of its might the Bee grabs on with hope

    Up, up, up, out of the water; slowly but surely light reaches the Bee again.

    ----- , ----- , ----- .

    A giant pair of hands cradles the leaf, the Bee tightly clinging on

    The hands move the leaf to a dry sunny spot between the leaves.

    ----- , ----- , ----- .

    The sweet amber sunlight, its life-giving warmth

    Akin to honey, the sun’s sweet embrace melts the pain away.

    ----- , ----- , ----- .

    The Giant looks at the Bee, what does it want?

    Waiting, watching, what is the Giant thinking?

    ----- , ----- , ----- .

    The Giant, still ever silent, speaks words simply with the tender loving look in its eyes

    The Giant’s body towering over the Bee, protecting it from the dangers of the world.

    ----- , ----- , ----- .

    The water begins to leave the Bee’s saturated wings

    The Giant still waiting, guarding the Bee from the wind.

    Pitter, ----- , ----- , ----- .

    The smallest of movements from the Bee’s wings

    Beat by beat the wings awaken again.

    Pitter, Patter, ----- , ----- .

    The Giant sees the Bee begin to move again, if only but the slightest

    The Giant gives a smile and sets the leaf bound Bee upon the ground.

    Pitter, Patter, Pitter, ----- .

    The Giant seemingly pleased turns to leave

    Never once looking back, between the trees the Giant disappeared.

    Pitter, Patter, Pitter, Patter.

    The Bee regains its strength, and the wind begins to subside

    Was its life saved by the Giant on a mere whim? Or, perhaps as a sign of gratitude for the Bee?

    Buzz, Buzz, Buzz.

    What is on the Bee’s mind?

    One simple thought “Find Flower.”

    Buzz, Buzz, Buzz.

    Into the forest the Bee flies away, it too vanishing into the mystical forest

    Once again performing its part in the symphony that the forest around is conducting.

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