Life isn’t always pint of bitter

I now chase the bees hoping they don’t sting but cheering them on . That the nectar they reap thrives in the beehive . I imagine the bees in a frantic jive in celebration of their hard work . Flying high in the truest blue skies at the gifts they provide. A natural elixir of  golden syrup that tastes like mountain wildflowers with the essence of sunshine . I now know honey isn’t contrived it’s all in the taste and the time it takes . And I hope one day I am like nature I grow in faith despite the climatic conditions and that my soul root blooms into a flower and honey pours from every petal a creation of spiritual awakening and I taste it all and realise life is not always a pint of bitter.