Beauty is in the eye of the bee holder, they say.
they are holding bees, covered in bees.
the bees are on their hands, their arms, their bees are covering their face, covering their eyes, filling their throat with the bees’ brilliant waggle dances.
“This is our new home” The bees dance. “We are safe here.”
The bee holder can see nothing but the bees. The bee holder witnesses beauty transcendent, the likes of which we can but dream.
Safe the bee, a life whit out them isn't really to live.