found him on his back thinking, he is a withered leaf, I pick him up
porch and he buzzed, his whole body vibrating, it is quite wonderful really, so
I knew he is alive, gentle, I place him on a pansy flower where he sips
nectar, and sips to my delight, but can he fly, his long legs feel and cling, so
in the shade of a leaf he lays, and I tell him to get some rest, and admire
his beauty, nature did that, when I come back to check, he is gone and that
is true happiness, I weep because I saved a bee today . . .
little bee landing
on my pansy for nectar
butterfly came too
Edit from June 4, 2018
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