#1364-Bounty

A flower beckons.

Sunny and inviting.

Bee lands,

Starts feasting,

Unabashed of being.

Dammed memories flood.

Naïve days,

Slowly tainted,

By a watching, judging,

Criticizing world.

Scared folks.

With loud, empty words.

Trying in vain

To run away,

From inherited fears.

Unlike nature,

Where bees feast,

Then unlike fears,

Fly away, unseen.