thick, green grass as far as the eye can see. i am humming softly, and along comes a bee. he buzzes to me "come down to the sea, where everything you want is surely meant to be."
i reply "mr. bee, what do you see? i see you, i see flowers, i see grass, and i see me. i am happy here, where i live absently.
joined by the rocks, the dirt, the bugs and the sun, the lot of us have merged into one.
if life were perfect, disheartened would be none.
now let me be, mr. bee, this conversation is done."
and the bee flew away, off to have fun, and i rested gently under rays of warm sun.