the bee and the flower (or an insult to grade schoolers and the sweetest thing for some)

Once upon a time there was a bee.

He was searching for the perfect flower to pollinate. "I will find my perfect flower", he announced. "She will be the most beautiful and she will be my own", he added.

It didn't matter to him how difficult it's going to be. He knew what he wanted and he was going for it. He searched long and hard, far and wide. Along the way, he saw the most amazing flowers, all lovely and beautiful. But he hasn't found his flower yet. His friends worried about him. They advised him to pick just any flower. The'yre all pretty anyway, they said. But he wouldn't listen. Deep inside he knows he'll find her.

Until one day, he saw her. He found his flower. And the flower met her bee.

* photos from exterpassive.com, druidlabs.com and woolloomooloo's album in flickr.