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From the beeginning A heart beeats… A heart beeats again… A heart beeats…and then another. A heart beeats… And then another And then another And then another, Until the rhythm of the hearts sounds like thunder! Welcome to life inside the cocoon… Eyes open. Eyes close.Eyes open again…a blink as a brain beegins to think… Something is happening…a heart beeats, in tune. A claw drags itself along a wall and the thread begins to break. Another claw drags along the same wall, searching for a way to escape. A hole is pierced in a silk weaved shell. The air blows in as the senses dwell, Upon this feeling; inhaling, exhaling…breathing. A heart beeats…a claw is seen waving, Through a tear in the sealed, protective pod. The hole grows from fingers and toes, moving faster now. Somebody is home…the outside noise it calls…a sound so odd. The casing rolls and legs kick the air…this creature has a soul. A fist bursts through the surface of the shelter, forming another hole. A hand reaches out from inside to take a hold. Another fist; another hand, a larvae is emerging And soon the outer seal that binds, All the trapped thoughts of a hive mind, Are broken free and born with a lasting memory. Knowledge gained through ancestral experiences; The creature is still learning… The cage is broken but never the bond. The Queen Bee watches all her children, As they emerge from their growing beds And she sits there listening to ‘The Greeting Bees’ sing their songs. The egg rolls once more onto its side. The embryo is now no longer trapped inside. It pushes open the wall to create a door to the world… There appears a furry ball with a spike on its tail. The story of creation is that nature prevails. As the furry ball elongates to take its true shape, A head appears from beneath a body. The creature is now awake. As open eyes look for the future, straight ahead, The story repeats, again and again and again. Another broken outer layer; Everywhere the open eyes look, another bee is soon beecoming. Some bees have broken out at the first chance, Others developed later, but they are all quietly humming. And at the end, when all the embryos were released, The remained but a single sleeping bee… The impatience grew, but still they were made to wait… A heart was beeating, the bee was moving, But still it did not try to escape… Some other new bees beegan to crawl away. Older bees had gathered to see and they were left truly amazed. The time had come, the hatchling’s were born, The hard work was done… For all, except one. So still the elders waited… The bees that were free soon found the honey And with time they gained their strength and ate. As the sunlight turned into moonlight, There remained a solitary bee who did things his own way. He had decided to remain, saved in storage; He was still building his courage. All the courage he could ever need… All that he could ever bee… When all the other onlookers had given up waiting, The Queen Bee sat and watched patiently… And then at last a head pushed through the case. It saw a face. The Queen Bee was waving elegantly. As the bee rolled out of its bed, It lowered its head to The Queen Bee of the Bumbles. She looked into his eyes and said… “I think I will name you Humble…” (C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

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Humble B Bumble 1 From the Beeginning

From the beeginning A heart beeats… A heart beeats again… A heart beeats…and then another. A heart beeats… And then another And then another And then another, Until the rhythm of the hearts sounds like thunder! Welcome to life inside the cocoon… Eyes open. Eyes close.Eyes open again…a blink as a brain beegins to think… Something is happening…a heart beeats, in tune. A claw drags itself along a wall and the thread begins to break. Another claw drags along the same wall, searching for a way to escape. A hole is pierced in a silk weaved shell. The air blows in as the senses dwell, Upon this feeling; inhaling, exhaling…breathing. A heart beeats…a claw is seen waving, Through a tear in the sealed, protective pod. The hole grows from fingers and toes, moving faster now. Somebody is home…the outside noise it calls…a sound so odd. The casing rolls and legs kick the air…this creature has a soul. A fist bursts through the surface of the shelter, forming another hole. A hand reaches out from inside to take a hold. Another fist; another hand, a larvae is emerging And soon the outer seal that binds, All the trapped thoughts of a hive mind, Are broken free and born with a lasting memory. Knowledge gained through ancestral experiences; The creature is still learning… The cage is broken but never the bond. The Queen Bee watches all her children, As they emerge from their growing beds And she sits there listening to ‘The Greeting Bees’ sing their songs. The egg rolls once more onto its side. The embryo is now no longer trapped inside. It pushes open the wall to create a door to the world… There appears a furry ball with a spike on its tail. The story of creation is that nature prevails. As the furry ball elongates to take its true shape, A head appears from beneath a body. The creature is now awake. As open eyes look for the future, straight ahead, The story repeats, again and again and again. Another broken outer layer; Everywhere the open eyes look, another bee is soon beecoming. Some bees have broken out at the first chance, Others developed later, but they are all quietly humming. And at the end, when all the embryos were released, The remained but a single sleeping bee… The impatience grew, but still they were made to wait… A heart was beeating, the bee was moving, But still it did not try to escape… Some other new bees beegan to crawl away. Older bees had gathered to see and they were left truly amazed. The time had come, the hatchling’s were born, The hard work was done… For all, except one. So still the elders waited… The bees that were free soon found the honey And with time they gained their strength and ate. As the sunlight turned into moonlight, There remained a solitary bee who did things his own way. He had decided to remain, saved in storage; He was still building his courage. All the courage he could ever need… All that he could ever bee… When all the other onlookers had given up waiting, The Queen Bee sat and watched patiently… And then at last a head pushed through the case. It saw a face. The Queen Bee was waving elegantly. As the bee rolled out of its bed, It lowered its head to The Queen Bee of the Bumbles. She looked into his eyes and said… “I think I will name you Humble…” (C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

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