The Bay, the Bud, and the Bee

I am a yellow and sweet sticky treat for fuzzy-footed bumblebee, fair and yellow. Silky fellow, delightfully. Sun is warm and runs warm hands through my fuzzy friend's gilded mane. Sticky feet and pollen meet to travel to a new landing. I am standing tall. Open eye; black and seeing an infinite blue sky. Since my seeding, My eye was forever staring into that open sky. Suddenly! Im am bleeding! And it is seeping into that dark place below. The earth shakes and rumbles as it flows and flows. It takes deep secret routs away from me. Deep and secret roots reach all the way to the raging sea. The waves take me infinitely. And when those same waves crash back to shore, I find myself once more. I am proud, head high and standing tall until I fall; Until I see my blue, raging self overtake me. washed away by the bay. That yellow bud and that lovely bee.