The Bee: Your colors are alluring and your petals are so welcoming, yet, I can’t help to think you are fragile compared to me and it feels like I’m desecrating your home whenever I feed off you.
The Flower: I was born to embrace you, as you spread the essence of my pollen and cultivate the sweetness of my honey. There is no desecration in that.
The Bee: But we are so different in form, we do not fit together.
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Mariela Siwarqinti, Healing Facilitator