There was a cloud of purple winged butterflies, fluttering to and fro, settling like thistledown on the flowers and leaves of the thickly wooded slopes of the rising morning misted mountains. —————————— Bees hummed amidst the ruby red geraniums, and their tiny legs filled with he mysteries of multi grains of pollen, carry back to… Continue reading Deadly
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The Bee Loud Glade of death
The yellow striped torso caught the sun, revealing the trembling tiny hairs and fragile filigree wings working with God to nurture nature, and so —- the bee flew over the fence to the fragile flowers opening to the sun, and heard the happy buzzing of harvest; as he sipped sweetness of stamens and —- packed… Continue reading The Bee Loud Glade of death