The flower may look quite dull to you or me but not so to the bee who knows the world from optics that fragment our world like nothing we can see with our own eyes.

Color is a thing of necessity not beauty, a pathway lighting the way to life itself.

And the flower knows this paths decoration must be the best so the coronation of its visitor with a dusting will be a gift that can mean life to its kind as well.

Now and then I see some wonder of structure and color that make me envious of the little bee and I dream of some vast universe that I might see such wonders every day.

About yesisedit

Old guy, young mind.
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