I admire your tireless wings when you begin harvesting nectar from the flowers. You labor ceaselessly in the spring too, committed as ever to your duty. You have never been a deserter. You have never let your small larvae starve. Why are we not learning from you? The prosperity of the hive is your battle. The prosperity of the hive is your purpose.

I gaze at your society and wonder, in which century will I too be able to harvest some of your wisdom. Your eternal Truth leaves me ecstatic, your perpetual motion and momentum gives me courage.

Allow me to get to know you better, the aromas of pine, orange blossoms and thyme delight my memory. It is true that I forget to learn properly so I will initiate you as my guide. Allow me to become your student. Take me to the secrets of your power and I promise you that I will learn.

Take me close to you and I shall learn to respect. Because the watchful gaze of the ages is relentless, it is whispered through the entire creation that it is humans, it is whispered through the entire creation by gods and demons that humans are the Unknown Children of Nature. But I wish to rise higher than myself. But I wish to fly with your own, tireless wings that I have been admiring for A Lifetime.