I was a honeybee flying in a field of vast green grass,
On which had grown flowers in a mass.
Pink, yellow, blue,
There were so many colors that you won't even have a clue.
Flying around,
Looking around,
When I encountered a beautiful soft pink flower just chilling around.
I flew toward it and sat on it,
Only to know that it'll save me.
Because minutes passed by and a storm came,
But I was protected in this flowers beautiful embrace.
Storm passed and it looked slightly withered,
But...