I'm the daughter of Queen bee. We nestled in a mug of dense forest. I fly with worker bees every day and come home in the evening to hear stories from my mother. Mom tells me about the hard work of the worker bees. Butterflies chase them as they approach the flowers to collect honey. Some insectivorous flowers try to kill them with poisonous glue when they collect honey. There are some flowers where they cover and cover them as soon as they sit on them.
In this way, many workers of my colony have lost their lives. Again, we can't stay in any garden for long. People take away the honey that we have accumulated through hard work. Seeing us a little bigger than other bees, everyone's attention is here. With a towel wrapped around their faces and smoked, the rogue people chased us away and cut off all the sweet wheels. We can't see anything in the smoke, so we don't have to do anything.
Our lives were going on like this, but suddenly, some people came and started cutting down the trees in this forest and spraying aerosols on us. Surviving the smoke of the fire is not free from the hands of the aerosol, so my mother ordered a worker bee that takes me to another safe place and I did not agree with her, but I had nothing to do at last I saw my mother fell to death while struggling to save our colony.
Naturally, I have been very angry with people since this incident. But we all look the same, but not all people are the same. Some people are good and some are bad. Although I am angry with bad people, all my anger disappears when I see innocent little children playing in the garden.
Please consider their life also, they are also part of our ecosystem. If we destroy by thus maybe nature will destroy us as accordingly.
Hope we will see again in new time by new post till safe and healthy.
