Flowers-what would we do without them? They seem so ephemeral, but when I think of bees messing about inside them, they each become a center of the universe, sustenance for the continuance of life.

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Deep in some forest, a spider has quietly spun its web, catching an avalanche lily; rain fell in the night, leaving droplets of water on webstrands. It is a cloudy evening, and the last of the light picks up the fragile lines the spider made, falling over the lily's contours as well. A bee hovers over this flower, about to pollinate it.These relatively small parts of the vast forest in the background live sublimely unnoticed, repititions of the exquisite patterns of their particular forms. A poem by Cabe Lindsay, called Be Well, Bee, can be enjoyed by clicking on the highlighted words above.