Painless Endings: Entry Three

Beauty, Truth, and a Honey Bee

Beauty and Truth took a walk in the glade,
Spied they a honey bee deep in the shade.
They watched as it buzzed from the trees to the glen,
And dipped its head into a rose on its stem.

"Surely," said Truth as he leaned on a tree,
"Our friend is but nothing to one such as me.
He knows not that pollen collects in his sacs,
He knows not the uses of honey, or wax.
A robot of nature, it hardly seems fair,
That he should be blank whereas I'm so aware."

As she gazed at the bee, Beauty frowned with dismay,
And if Beauty could speak this is what she would say:
"Flowers surround you from morning 'till eve,
With colors and patterns you never perceive.
And you are so lovely striped yellow and black,
It's tragic that I can see all that you lack."

Soon the bee left the rose and it flew fast and high,
With a buzzing so loud that it filled the whole sky.
And our friends never knew what it meant by its singing:
"If I weren't so nice, both your butts I'd be stinging!"

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