The flower and the bee

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The bee and the flower fell in love to each other in that summer but hidden this feeling in secret not only from all the world surrounding them but from each other too. Yes, these two different species which created to each other by nature and cannot live separately fell in love instead of get routine everyday existing and duty when flowers just produced nectar and swamp of bees collected them for the benefits of flower, bees, nature and human.

You know that bees and flowers have communicated with own subtle and very developed language of nice and thin odors, very great scale of colors and vivid dances, in art of which they both uncomparable in nature.
And soon these smart lovers begin to be very well practiced for the skill of attracting each other and to live in close unite and harmony in soul, heart and flesh.

The bee has every new and fresh morning reaching up to the flower magnetized by the freshly produced marvelous nectar which made him mad and the couple meeting in sweet acquaintance, when bee entering deep into the flower and sucked the nectar produced in the heart of her.

They have met dosen times throughout the day and they never dissatisfied and frustrated with each other.

The flower has managed to prepare sweet staff with great art, quality and in substantial quantity for the bee’s needs and with the best advertisement in the world of insects and flower.
So as a result our bee collected nectar only from this flower and didn’t want searching other flower and its nectars at all.

The flower also so deeply fell in love to the bee and be happy with his every visit that closed herself completely from other bees. When they flying near her she turning back all petals and tell them that have not any nectar for them. Bees belonging to the most civiled species in the world of insects and being very polite, wise and respectful to heartily senses of every flower and insect and never break its rules and hign moral codes.>

Honestly say this flower lived only for her favorite bee, deeply fell in love to him and didn’t want spent her short life and time for other kind of nectar gaining insects. But why she does love this bee? Now one don’t know answer for this question.

And what we may say about our bee?
He also gradually grown in love to the flower, who produced special kind of sweet dew for him every new day and morning. After such food and nourishment he didn’t like any other nectars from myriads other flower around.

They long time keeping this love in secret.
Every new day when other bees dispersed among the meadow in the hunting of flowers with nectar, our bee flying to one direction - toward the green hill on great distance where waiting for him his favorite flower, turning to him, opening tender petals, preparing her little airdrome for happy landing of her dear flying friend.

The bee visited to the flower several time within the long summer day.
More often he visited to his love, more sweet and nice nectar make up his flower.

It was one of happiest love and simbiousus in the nature and thank for this love the honey also collecet in the hive was exellent and marvelous.

But, alas, life of bees and summer flowers are very short. In the end of hot day of summer the bee and flower grown old and bee cannot more flying as flower producing sweet nectar.

One morning our bee preapared to last flight out of hive and never return back to home.
All bees before dying did the same thing – they just go to last flight, moving far from yours home. These wise creatures didn’t like pompous obituary ceremonies and abandon spendthrifts as usually practice all human in the end of their life. Bees preferred die without sounds, music and other kind celebrities. They just fly out from home far away and died in the grass or somewhere in the solemn loneliness.


But our bee decided to pay last visit to the favorite flower, where took food and energy and enjoyed all summer with the sweet nectar and love.

When bee heavily put down to the petals of his old friend, exhausting from long journey, the flower said him with solemn voice.

-O my friend, I am afraid that you come to me for nothing. Sorry, my dear, but I have not nectar anymore. I soon die and my petals withered and turn back and my body closed forever.

And bee tell to flower:
-Don’t worry, my love. Nectar not need more for me. I come to you - to die with you, darling. May I just kiss you and hug at last time.
And happy old flower and old bee have joined again together as did it all short time of their summers life and tender petals turn upon them and hidden them in the heart of flower forever.