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Swirls of thoughts flow, lifting the imagination of creativity.
Catching the wings edge, angled towards the sky.
Repetitious motions, going up and down, in efforts to fly.
Instinctive pursuit of beauty, as enemies keep a watchful eye.
Therefore, ready to sting anyone, interfering with the path when buzzing by.
Flower to flower, hour after hour, yes, I'm a busy bee.
In search of that nectar that makes life so sweet.
Leaving seeds of pollination, to fertilize a path successfully.
A way of pursuit, for those from the same colony.
Sprouting new sources for the next generations prosperity.
To return to the hive, with what's needed to continuously make that honey.
