The bees swarm.
They do it just to explore.
Their disturbed by a potential confrontation.
For themselves and the protection of the hive yet another righteous indignation.
They fill the combs with honey.
They stay together as a family that always tells me something.
All within my dignity.
Creatures should always be approached with caution, and I feel the fear it brings within me.
As sun helps them thrive.
They still have a struggle to survive.
On this day I just seemed to pass.
The swarm was provoked by my humble passing at last.
If you know your terrain you know your danger.
This time it was not like I was a stranger.
Although I already have a plan.
It must have been fate that shook my hand.
Though I was never stung.
My fear still lives deep in my heart for that one.
Always respect the way of our earth.
Just like with any living thing it is their choice of birth.
I am not getting into politics here.
I am just warning in nature be cautious and know what is near.
If you are someplace you do not know.
Adjust accordingly and off you go.
Just know you always need family or friends.
So seek out life’s adventures to the very end.

I have trudged and rolled through the cold wintery days and the springtime of freedom is here at last.

You will not spoil this for me.

You too will pass.

"i love you",
"you're my forever", "i love you more",
"im never going to leave you",
"i'll always be there for you",
"i love talking to you",
"i can do anything for you",
"you're my world", "I’d die without you"
"i'll love you till my last breath"..

Things people do to pass time when they are bored and lonely.

Time
Never asked us
if it can pass , or not
Bitter but trust
Time
Such a two faced and cruel
Promise us heaven but the truth
Is only hell
Time
Runs deadly fast
Seems anonymous still
Not always fast
When we Waite for love
It chooses  to freez
Like a cat stuck among the tall trees
Don't to be stressed
You may hear the madam on press:
"El tiempo todo calma"
We have been lied,
But siempre silly to hide
Then live it,
And write it on aside
That
Tiempo todo calma

It's not
age that matters
look at (y)ou
y(o)(u)'re the
mos(t)
ageless being
t(h)at I
bumped
into

wish I could delete you
from my memory
and erase me from yours.
whish I could detach our past
and exclude this reality
in which we're apart
and not right for each other.

maybe if we met
another time and place
I wouldn't have ******* it up.
you would be free
and we could work it out.

Yes,
I still persist thinking
that someday there will be an us.