Symbiosis

One day, he serendipitously met her, like a nomadic forager

Who comes across a temporary shelter. And slowly, they

Became better friends, who always talked to each other.

But the taste of a bit of nectar enraptured the bee and

Captured a blurry picture in his imagination. He finally

Knew what he sought after. And its name was, desire.

He wanted more from her, from that towering flower.

A lot more, from that beautiful blossom which had a

Waft of fragrance, that was full of seductive powers.

But soon, spring got over, and the blazing summer

Turned her sour. Then, she started swaying in the

Monsoon showers, which made it impossible for

Him to properly stick to her wet, dancing anthers.

Then, the petals began to wilt, resembling a melting

Sculpture of wax or ice. And the stem began to droop,

Just like some fractured, stooping spinal structure of a

Hunchback. By the time winter arrived, a friendship that

Had until then thrived and survived, suddenly died. Thus,

Nature had a nasty effect, on what could have been so

Perfect, affecting it by inflicting crippling blows and by

Drastically altering and deflecting its course. Meanwhile,

The insect was faced with a conflict of interest. To abjectly

Surrender and keep wondering where they had blundered?

Or to fight with all his might, and do something

That was right, like a noble warrior? He chose

To do the latter. And so, he looped through

The air, and swooped down to reach his

Destination, just like a kite. And amid the

Bright twilight, as the golden sun drowned

Into the westward horizon, the lonely vector

Collected pollen and hugged her until she was

Successfully resurrected. But, it was in the form

Of a fruit, which would grow roots and offshoots

In the future. And that was when he realized that

She would never be his. All they had had between

Them was just a symbiosis. And so, he left her after

Gifting her a new life. And without feeling sorry, nor

Knowing whether she had wept or not, he hurriedly

Disappeared into the opacity of the night. Does a

Bee really care, once it is done with its share of

Duty? Please tell me, because I was speaking

About myself metaphorically in this story.