Like a flower we will, with bright colors and crooked branches yet we know that the beauty shall fade.
What do you make of the beer
She sees a beauty that the flower doesn’t see, she tells her experience to the colony and brings company on her next visit.
The flower blossoms as the sun rises and like the hibiscus sleeps in peace in the coming of dusk.
The bees go home and make honey while the flower retires for the day.
One day we are at our peak and. The next we fade.. But a faded flower doesn’t lose it’s beauty within, it loses it’s appearance. This is why the time tells truly which flowers blossomed and which was painted
What do you think?