What a fragrant call!
Flowers invite the honeybees,
In stillness, the honeybees rush...
...to the blossoms,
Yet, when flowers bloom,
The honeybees sing;
When the honeybees sing,
The flowers dance in their heads;
The bees marry them to each other;
They offer a drink of sweet juice -
For the queen.
Mykoul
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