The pollen flow

The makeshift bridge that I crossed had several alternative waterways, it was a small forest and several creeks that flowed quite fast. I tried to dive in search of water snails, the fallen leaves were carried away by the current of the river.

I tried to find the sweets among the crowns, the real taste of the cider and every drink I tasted. My wings are small and move faster than birds, but I capture them because my body is small.

I was thirsty and drank all the juice of the crown, every day I roamed the gardens and forests looking for food sources, considered a hunter, but it was my job to survive.

After I felt satisfied, I took over to go and rest. This is my life as a garden and forest dweller, I think if we are serious about looking for food we can grow from our small family.

I left it as soon as I got there, maybe tomorrow or the day after tomorrow I'll be back with a lot of sweets. Do not disturb us, this is the place and territory of our defense of life. 😃

Name	The pollen flow + MacroPhotography
Proverb Writer	@opick
Photographer	@opick