Harmony- the bee
By Tony DeLorger © 2011
A bee, so resolute and focused,
landed on my arm today
By mistake no doubt; I am no flower
nothing to offer the creature’s purpose.
Yet is chose to rest on me,
with no intention of hurt.
As it quietly sat upon my skin,
preened and arranged its precious cargo,
it seemed to disregard my potential,
my possible fear or harmful intent.
It sat content in its life,
unwavering in its task,
and as familiar as it could be with its place.
Suddenly, it took flight and was gone.
I smiled, having enjoyed the connection,
as brief and careless as it was.
I realised that we, the human race,
are the only species that harm
deliberately, without purpose.
It made me sad,
to think that harmony seems beyond us,
proven unlikely, with all our intellect.
The humble bee defines its purpose through being;
it remains part of the whole,
insignificant yet indispensable.
The bee is harmony, unable to be anything else.
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