The Bumblebee and The Rose

A day where i knew he was cunning.

The bumblebee hummed as it flew from another flower, carrying it's sweet essence back to the beehive where they preserve it over the years. Every year has its assigned flower and every year it flew from one flower to another.

Unlike the other worker bees whose intention is only to prodper, there is one bee who casted weirder amongst it's colleagues. It buzzed and buzzed, it flew and fall, it landed on a rose, a rose full of spikes, a rose full of flaws, a rose full of grudge, a rose full of sorrow. At first the rose despise it for its appearance, for its delish intentions, for its own hide, but the bee took it all for his antennae could feel her vibration. He flew away without a nectar on his hands.

On the second day, the flower was agitated to see his yellow and black fur staying still on her glorious petal and so she thwarted the poor bee off, but the poor be was motivated and climbed on top with positivity lingering on his antennae. He sang and climbed,laugh and buzz until he reached the top again where he was greeted with a loud shrill that pierced his ears making him flew in an instant.

"Shewiz, she's more aggravated today,"

The bee said.

On the third day he landed again, this time with a picnic basket, a blanket and a small jar of honey. The rose swayed with her fearsome gaze at the innocent bee who was just preparing to take a rest on her beautiful petal.

"Ugh, you again?"

The rose rolled her eyes over at him,

"Oh hi Miss Rose, quite a pleasant morning we have?"

He take a sit on the blanket he sat down, popping up a jar of honey, a vase where a small seedling of a dandelion is placed. He held the jar and took a sip while his eyes are affixed on her burning gaze of irritation.

"You know that you'll never get anything from me,"

The other flowers peek beyond they're petals as they witness the two have a talk, she pressed a rough demeanour to fend them off and so they did cover their faces.

"I know, im just here to know you more"

The rose gasped but she hid it away.

"Know me more?"

She asked,

"The way you act, they way you talk, the way you do those things. I know that my antennae is telling something i cant quite comprehend,you wouldn't even let me step a foot forward"

"No one shall, an articulate yet witty rose must know that her beauty will serve as a gift to those cunning bee's that will vanquish even on the days where she couldn't understand anything"

"Anything?"

The bee asks.

The rose nodded.

"I see, then i'll be more cunning of a worker toward you"

The bee winked and laugh at his own joke.

"Fool! I do not tolarate anyone who's more of a joke by words more than saying on how are they willing to commit those doings. Promises just makes my petals sour. It is disgusting as rotting leaves of a dead flower"

Her tone was full of dread and neglect, the bee looked away for the tone she made.

"Yet even so, i can be that kind of being"

The rose made an awful thick before looking at him again.

"Run along now child, I dont have all day to know on how much a simple yet ignorant bee will be cunning toward getting access to my domain"