There is no explanation for the innate
From birth, bumble bees know how to pollinate.
I want to fly and buzz around with purpose
A nectarous goal,
in the shape of a hibiscus.
What if the bees didn't create honey to survive?
You know,
when bees come across certain pesticides,
they become disoriented and can't return to their hive.
In reality, they'd die,
but what if they didn't? Would they keep on flying? With no destination?
leaving behind its rooted Oak Tree.
What if there was a bumblebee that reached a coast
and saw the sea?
I wonder if it could fly against the strong, salty breeze.
What if there were a storm? Would the bee know to hide?
Maybe in a dark cove, with giant toothy spikes.
It would find other small creatures taking a nap inside,
rove beetles, sea roaches, and snout mites.
Lying down, the bee stretched its wings
and let out a sigh,
It could not decide if this was freedom or a cage in its own right.
The bumblebee wondered if it was best to continue its flight,
to find new flowers,
to discover a new region,
to feel something different, a whole new season.
or return to
home within a blooming forest,
to buzz and fly with purpose,
a nectarous goal,
in the shape of a hibiscus.
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 12:43 PM UTC
There is no explanation for the innate
From birth, bumble bees know how to pollinate.
I want to fly and buzz around with purpose
A nectarous goal,
in the shape of a hibiscus.
What if the bees didn't create honey to survive?
You know,
when bees come across certain pesticides,
they become disoriented and can't return to their hive.
In reality, they'd die,
but what if they didn't? Would they keep on flying? With no destination?
leaving behind its rooted Oak Tree.
What if there was a bumblebee that reached a coast
and saw the sea?
I wonder if it could fly against the strong, salty breeze.
What if there were a storm? Would the bee know to hide?
Maybe in a dark cove, with giant toothy spikes.
It would find other small creatures taking a nap inside,
rove beetles, sea roaches, and snout mites.
Lying down, the bee stretched its wings
and let out a sigh,
It could not decide if this was freedom or a cage in its own right.
The bumblebee wondered if it was best to continue its flight,
to find new flowers,
to discover a new region,
to feel something different, a whole new season.
or return to
home within a blooming forest,
to buzz and fly with purpose,
a nectarous goal,
in the shape of a hibiscus.
