Summer Bee's

Listening to the wind blow above the clouds. I listen to the sound of a strange echo. As I walk towards the end of the cloud. I get stung on my arm by a strange bee. As my eyes goes hazardous. That strange bee stings me again on the same arm. As I ran down the hill. Blinded folded. I fall into a bee hive full of strange looking bee's. The smell of honey hive yellow combs. As I lay there in the hive. Stiff as a wooden board. Hundreds of tiny bee's. Stings me all over body. As I passes out from anxiety. I wait up feeling no pain or bee stings. My eye sight has restored. No bee's or honey hive combs in site. I'm back where I started from. As I see the bee's flying away. A warmth wind blows on me. And tiny painful warts appears all over me. Then I realized it was summer bee's, reminding me it was summer time.