The bee

(color: Mellow yellow)

 
Once there was a bee. A hardworking bee. She flew all day from flower to flower collecting nectar and pollen from every single flower she visited.And her days were all same. She gets up, gets directions from the scout bee, goes there, collects as much as nectar as she can into her honey stomach, then goes back into the beehive, transforms the nectar into honey and stores it into the honeycombs. Then goes back to sleep at the end of the day. She was true example of a worker bee!! She never took a nap on a leaf, never got stuck in a flower or wandered in the field, never buzzed around without doing anything useful. She always took care of the baby bees when she was home and cleaned the hive, as well as guarding the entrance whenever she was called in. She even built a big part of the hive!!   

But, one day when the sun was up in the sky she got a directions of field that was very far away. Naturally, any young bee would be scared to travel such a distance. But not her. She went first, without fear at all. And she flew so long and so far until she finally found the field.It was magnificent!! It had many flowers of many colors and sizes. She was amazed! And happy. So she started collecting pollen and nectar from every flower she saw. Other bees flew in also and they started to work too. The day was passing fast as everyone was so busy. Sun slowly was setting down and field was getting more quieter and quieter as bees were returning home. But not this hardworking bee. She kept flying over the field, landing on flowers, collecting nectar and pollen. Over and over again. She lost the sense of time. She didn’t noticed that sun has set already. Everything that was in her mind was: visit more flowers, collect more nectar and pollen, turn here, mark this flower, avoid this one…she was lost. Not in space, but in the flowers, in their magic, colors, smell, their hypnotizing effect. She forgot that she has to go home, to rest, to feed the baby bees, to guard the entrance. She forgot her name, her color, her nature, her true purpose, her powers, her gift. Her wings became rags from flying so much. Her antennas broke. She became a zombie bee. Eventually, she forgot that she once was a bee. A magnificent, beautiful, happy bee…