Buzzing Bee

The buzzing bee, moves swiftly around the shaking trees, absorbing the tainted honey. Suspense is flowing in the air with a message that is loud and clear, and the sound of the cracking leaves is dancing with the unforgetful wind. Its wind, water, air and fire that is mixed up with the tempestuous sorrows and the growing sound of the music band is battling in the far away land. The pounding sound of the boisterous cloud spreads its ash on grass land moving shattering windows of doubt in front of corridors of hope. I wasn’t sure if I was asleep or it was my imagination passing through the breeze but something awake to the thundering sound of a mountain owl in the distance; it shook the earth for five minutes and tens second. It spilled ashes mixed with stone, dirt and thick lava filled with chatter and laughter. Everyone watched the amazing scene with curiosity and excitement, a work of art fashioned out of nature spewing out of the natural ground heading to where destiny is bound. It carved out holes in the gigantic rocks forming an island that is deadlock. If you look long enough you will understand how the world was form, and you could scoop it up in the middle of your palm. Is it God or the creation, or is it the avalanche, the volcano or the titanic. If you look long enough you will see the truth in volcanic rocks. This self contained island formed in front of me wraps its corners all around me, a beauty that no one can resist, and a passion that hardly anyone knew exist. It fills the deep, coral reefs at the bottom of the sea and colorful fish swimming around with glee. Big fish and small fish standing in line catapulting like a sea eagle in the sky as destiny floats by. There are plenty of volcanic rocks to put your picnic basket on and motor boat to take me to and from the distant island. Oh what beauty is set out before us, oh what strength is taken from the sea and the danger that lies ahead has sunken underneath the sea bed, and sea is the gateway through the door as beauty rest solemnly on the seashore. Out of danger beauty is formed, and out of struggle a new career is born.