the bee

There was a solitary bee who was wondering aloft merrily from place to place. He was alone but free and happy, his minds were clean and his heart stood still. One day he came across a vast field with so many roses. The sweet fragrance and the soft splendid beauty enticed him badly. Hereafter his heart was no more still, against his rib cage the heart would throb,  by and by his heart beat would synchronize with the elegant dance of the roses in the wind.  Every day he flew near to the roses ,he felt so happy nearby them.  Days ran into weeks and so on, he continued to pay them visit.  They were all happy, cherished together.  The roses were not only beautiful but soft and alluringly sweet. They were very courteous and generous. In fact when he saw them for the first time, he was shy and reluctant to get near them but they weren't. He was lost in amenities provided by those roses, longer he spent near them deeper he became inseparable. Many days passed in the same order, they continued to enchant him, they didn't complain and showed no reluctance.  One fateful night the wind blew strong, subsequently rain poured. Thunders rumbled in the sky , the roses were scared. The bee felt scared too, he stood alone helpless. The rain has wetted his wings and couldn't fly. He wanted to see his roses but the darkness blinded him. That night passed away in agony and morning came painstakingly. In haste he flew to the place of his delight. His eyes struggled with tears, for those roses stood as beautiful as yesterday.  From the distance he watched, as many dazzling butterflies hovered and perched on those roses.  He brought his hands to his eyes, he knew the roses are beautiful, soft and wont resist.