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Sunflower


The sun creates life in the riches of flowers They blossom with beauty at the maximum hours. Small yellow petals surrounding the golden nectar. Turned into honey by a worker bee, the Queen's protector For the bear is aware of these sweet treats She climbs to the hive, unexpectedly she meets.. The Queen's army.. waiting for her arrival They offer a gift, important to their survival. Sunflower seeds, neatly in a mound They ask the bear to plant them not far underground. She did as she was asked for it was not a hard task. The sun came and gone and it did not take long. The sunflowers grew tall and none were left small. The bees thanked the bear with a great pale of honey for nature's gifts are worth much more than money.
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AlexFlower158
The honey bees inspire me

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