Beauty

Beauty. What is it? What exactly defines beauty? To a man a woman can be beautiful, but to a bee a flower is everything. There was a bee that had a routine, mandated as any other bee, to go out and collect from flowers. This bee ran this routine 24/7 365 days a year. One yr in the bloom of spring, the bee was crossing a field of flowers and came across something the bee has never even seen. A flower, flaunting in the wind, blue petals with light hint of pink around the edges. There it was, one of a kind, and the bee was in awe. The bee never seen something so indescribably beautiful. The bee flys up to the flower to introduce himself. Too nervous to speak the bee just flys around the flower, admiring it as it sways in the wind and that’s all he did. Every day for months, the bee visits the flower putting aside his routine just to grasp every moment possible. Sadly it couldn’t last forever, for when winter came the flower withered and flattened. When the time came the bee just sat in the hive, awaiting the next season of spring to hit once again.