ِA Story of Us




Beautiful flowers grew and blossomed in this paradise called Mr. Promise ‘s garden. There were roses, tulips, violets, jasmines , carnations, cactus and other unknown, exotic types of flowers. The magical smell of the place was a unique mixture of all that beautiful scent combined in addition to a holy touch from God .
The garden had like a spell on who ever entered the place, he or she would definitely come the very next day like a nail would be attracted to a magnet, to look at the beautiful flowers , bees and deeply fill his lungs with that unforgettable odor. The flowers were not only BEAUTIFUL but charming and loved by all visitors of the garden. People came each day more in number than the day before because they had compared all the honey in all the world and found Mr. Promise’s honey the BEST! Mr. Promise, however, failed to realize that this was because of the bees and not because of him or his flowers.
Bees came to this garden. Bees stopped at every flower. Bees kissed the flowers. Bees left a blessed touch on the petals, Bees made honey. Mr. Promise a very kind man and he also  had a tender-heart .He watered his flowers every month. He had noticed that the honey produced in his garden is highly evaluated , and is starting to be worth a lot of money. Mr. Promise ordered the bees to produce honey all day and night. Mr. Promise didn’t realize his bees were being fully consumed. He didn’t hear at night the bees whine  and sigh. The bees were exhausted. They wanted to dance and kiss the far away bright sun. The bees wanted to rest and fly around like all bees do. Every where Mr. Promise went people would pull him aside and beg him to give them a discount on the price of the bottle of honey. Mr. Promise loved every one. He loved his flowers and praised them everywhere .He smiled at them all the time. He said poetry about his naturally beautiful flowers. Mr. Promise also loved the  customers who bought his honey. He made the honey cheaper as it is a very healthy food and everyone needed it. He loved the poor, supported the poor, encouraged the poor and gave them the right to eat that magical honey just like the rich people do! He never stopped a less fortunate customer from buying it even if he had to give it to him for free. Mr. Promise was a generous man in everyone’s opinion. He also loved the water which kept the flowers growing. He kept his flowers warm even in the dark cold night. He used to make a fire to keep them from getting dry or sick. Mr. Promise loved every one, but, for some unknown reason he seemed to like drop the bees from his net of care.
He rarely thought about the Bees .Bees were so busy they didn’t think or remember themselves. Whenever he saw a bee resting he would say that if the bee could make one more drop of honey he would reward it. Quickly the trembling and tired bee would jump, out of breath, and make honey. The unbelievable reputation of his honey which is a product of his garden  tied a scarf  around his eyes. He wasn’ able any longer to recognize that his bees were tired, and some escaped to other farms. Among the billions of faces of visitors, he hardly ever saw a face of a bee. He kind of  delayed thinking about the bees. On the list of his interests Bees were the last point. The Bees?! Mr. Promise overwhelmed them. He made them work a forever, non-stop job machines? They were, but not anymore the hard workers! They are the sincere and loyal creatures in this garden.
Last week a bee was found under the gate of the garden with only one wing, the other one had fallen off. It doesn’t remember where and how. Another bee was heard weeping because it felt it was in a prison not in a garden. A bee died due to a heart attack. A male bee was seen stuck in the honey , so exhausted, unable to rescue himself or even walk out of the sticky honey. Bees gathered around a needy bee praying for it, as it was passing away. At night it died begging everyone to look after its infant bees. The Queen was caught dizzy like drunk, bumping on to a trunk of a tree…..
Please…………………can the owner, Mr. Promise, hear this story of us, can the owner see
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With Tons of love
A Bee

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