When I see a bee, I am always mesmerized by the sound they make and the constant movements they make, the zeal with which they make them. Almost unreal. The atmosphere they create around themselves is unreal. As if they were beings from another planet. As if only a being from another planet can be so diligent, hardworking and dedicated. And it seems to know very well that by its actions it saves the planet and this planet is constantly hanging by a thread and now it will collapse if it does not go to this flower and this and that over there. If it doesn't take pollen from here, here and there. There is no time to waste, to unwind and to wait. The planet will collapse. There is no time for looking around, thinking and feeling or showing emotions. There is only one thing - work to do. And they do it with the greatest passion and devotion. Little soldiers in combat gear, but in fact without one, constantly on the battlefield of life. Of nature.
