Just had a short conversation with a bee
She was absolutely sure I am a flower
She checked me all over
No, love, I’m sorry, I’m not a flower
I told her
She was determined
This is not unusual
I’m dressed in so many colours
Poor thing probably got excited for a second
I know it’s not nice having food seemingly so close
Once I would have gotten up and ran
Bees and wasps scared me
Today she almost landed on me
I just felt bad for faking her out
The landscape is so different than what her ancestors lived in
And my landlord insists on decimating the dandelions which, while basically fast food, would at least get them through the Summer
Humans are so strange
No considering how their actions may affect others
The bee
I hope she found something delicious somewhere
The roses are still stubbornly blooming
Now a hummingbird
So much life in this place
If I owned land I’d fill it with food for everything around me
The deer ate the flowers again?
Good! There’s plenty to go around.
It’s so jarring to be a part of something that no one ever seems to give a second thought to
This Earth and her systems we are gleefully destroying
Is it even real?
Do they not see it?
She must feel as lonely as I do
Trillions of lives unaware of her
All on her
Or within
I wish I could have become a flower for a moment
Just for her
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