The flowers in the field, they wilt. They get crushed and stomped by those who romp through. They slowly fade away never to be seen again. And we must bear the loss of such beauty. But then comes along a bee. A bee who spreads hope and cheer. It supports the flower and gives it the will to go on. Even in the winter months when times seem colder. The bee supports them through the winter and fall, through wind and rain. Through sunshine and through a summer day. It supports them, until Spring rolls around. And the flower breathes a breath of life.
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