dear bee,
it rained today. and i missed you.
all the other flowers danced in the rain while their bees watched, and then blushed when they came to dance with them.
only the strawberry flower knew how i felt.
there were no butterflies around her either, so i leaned over and gave her a hug. we started to talk, only pausing occasionally to sip on the morning dew on the tea leaves.
while we talked, another bee started to creepily buzz around us. the strawberry flower's friend, venus fly trap, captured it. then he was gone. you would like venus.
after it had stopped raining, and the sun started to set, the three of us basked in it's glow, taking on its various hues. first purple, then blue, then orange and then red, and then night fell and the stars accepted the invitation to come out and twinkle for us. they look particularly bright tonight. i see the moon with them. wherever you are, i hope you see it too.
stay flower-struck,
your perennial sweetness
