The meek bee

A meek little bee
Set off zestfully
To explore the big wild world.

She loved the bright colours
But couldn't figure out black.
She relished the sweet
But cringed at the sour.
She made fancy friends
And stayed well away
from the wilderness.
But when she landed on a thorn
She was clouded with despair.

But one fine morning
She woke up brave.
And dared to see
what lay beyond the mist.

When she stretched her fragile wings
To test her strength
And embrace the fierce reality
She stumbled upon a sight purely surreal.
For wonderful was her world.

She could make peace with black
Learned to live through the sourness,
And fell in love with the wilderness.
For she realized that something that's
Bare
And raw
And wild
And intense
Just like her emotions
And love
Is purely beautiful.
Just like her soul.

And then,
She flew!
With the strength of a million mountains.

She loved.
Cried.
Stumbled upon a lot many thorns.
Got herself bruised.
But learned to make peace.

She flew.
She lived.