Oh little bumblebee, I see you.
Busying yourself, rushing around.
Pleasing everyone else,
Thinking that this is what you need to do to feel important.
This day was different. She had vowed that!
A rostered day off, how marvellous.
A fresh day, so new.
She began the day like she usually would,
Working…
But the bumblebee paused.
What’s the point in producing all of this nectar ,
If she couldn’t freely taste it’s sweetness?
The bumblebee decided she would go on an adventure,
She would take stock of all that was important to her,
As a high flyer she put her strategies out.
She knew she needed just enough structure to start moving forward.
As she mapped out her plan (with enough space to just have fun),
She felt the wind lift her wings up,
Like those majestic hot air balloons she had seen in her daisy filled field.
The bumblebee took flight.
She stopped to rest.
How soft the petals were…
And that aroma as sweet as the nectar she collected from it.
She had a taste of it now,
The bumblebee needed this time to be more productive at work,
For she wasn’t her work,
She was designed for far more than that.
It was to be a delight to her queen.
The bumblebee returned home,
With fresh vision and sweetness,
She knew that she wasn’t flying and competing with others for her nectar,
For each bumblebee collected a nectar that was unique to them.
Her nectar was the sweetness of knowing in her heart that she is loved.
She didn’t need to prove her worth,
Even though she knew there would be times where she doubted it.
The bumblebee was a vital and important part of her ecosystem.
Just because she chose to live.
