the first one

Closed…. A closed flower,
and suddenly it opens.
A tiny, little bit of live is coming out.

Like a breath on your cheek, it will be gone for a second.

Black and yellow, with translucent wings.
It seems to be a bumbling bee.

Nothing is what it seems.

Coming out peacefully,
as if awakened from its hibernation.
Looking around,
like a hole new world opens.

Are there more worlds beyond that what we see?

Spreading the wings to make a flight,
to the unknown, new world.
The bumbling bee had an eye on the big mountain,
but the beauty of pale made the bee derived.

Nothing could be so clear as a colourless mind.

A large black bird joins this narration
The bumbling bee becomes interested in the black bird,
and follows it.

Curiosity is the source of knowledge.

It looks like this black bird has a destination.
In to a deep forest,
going in deeper and deeper.
do not know what lies behind the unknown.
And there it is so light and bright,
eyes what expand.
But these high expectations be interrupted.

A spark could cause more than you think .... but what kind of spark?

All alone......no sound,
not even a sigh of the wind.
Standing in a hole,
between light and darkness

push and pull, light and dark, strong and weak .... belance .... a thing we need.

It seems that this bird has found his destination.
Going to a huge tree,
a weeping willow.
So deplorable.

How is it possible that something beautiful can be also so sad.

A large group of white birds,
So bright, that it could be....the light?
Coming closer...and closer,
Scared bumbling bee?

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