Their sting from such two worldly things
two lives,
sharing sky
crossing paths
never meant to be
Thus was the tale of
The Butterfly and the Bee.
one industrious
the other ornamental perhaps
one loyal,
the other free
dedicated to one cause,
both share one purpose
even an entire sky.
the bee returns home, working into oblivion
the butterfly to her own, but both of another colony.
Her sting is carried in her transformation, and then her beauty.
His, in the industry of loyalty-
one cause.
The Butterfly, To Pollinate Life
The Bee, to Pollinate his Queen.
He also has no stinger. His is another.
An absence. An impossibility.
But Just because
Could never be.
Can Never Bee.
For He dies by the hand of mating.
Swift through this life,
perhaps they will meet again
with a suitable capacity.
This life, never meant for more..
than merely, that which it is.
A butterfly Can love,
but I wonder,
Can a Bee?
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