Maya Bee

once upon a time
deep in the forest there was a honeycomb on a tree
it was an important day for everybody inside
for today was the day when the babies would hatch
but this is a story of someone special
my eyes burn ice so dark in here
wow
this is the story of Maya
the bee come on bring them out
hold your places now
you will be named Maya
wait why
Maya
why do we need names
I wasn't told I will have questions to answer but well
we all have names so that others can call out to us
if I just say
you be
ah yes what are you talking to me
now you know why we need names
yes because we are all same
but also different
that is absolutely right
that is some good buzzing thought Maya
come on everyone follow me outside wow
mile was in awe
it was like being inside a shiny golden balloon
all the bees were busy with their work
some were cleaning the walls of the beehive
some dropped pollin into
something that looked like a diamond
some were simply walking in a line
well now
Maya the bee
you all will be signed work
the ones cleaning the walls are the cleaners
then we have the collector bees the worker bees
why do we all have to work
what kind of a bee are you
please don't ask questions oh
don't be so rude Julian
she's just a child
Maya we have to work because if we don't
we all will be very confused and useless
if the cleaners don't clean
and the beehive will get dirty
if the collector bees don't collect nectar
what is nectar
honey is made out of the nectar from the flowers
there you see them
they are the collector bees
they bring back nectar from the flowers
and then the worker bees make honey out of it
the collector bees bring nectar from the flowers
but
how do they carry the nectar
oh you sweet little child
in their honey stomach of course
we all have one
oh is that where I feel hungry
right now
not at all that's your food stomach
if we keep entertaining her
we will be stuck here all day
why can't we be standing here all day
days past all the newbies were given different jobs
some cleaned the beehive from the inside
some cleared the dry leaves outside
some collected nectar from flowers
some guarded the hive against predators
everyone had a fixed place
except for Maya
she always saw things differently
when everyone cleaned the walls with their hands
she would just blow at the walls
and consider the work done
and when the bees would walk in a line
why are you troubling Neal
everyone is worried that I can't find my place
so I am trying to see if I can walk like you do
well you are doing it absolutely wrong
but
you are you and I and me
how can I walk the way you do
tell me can you
walk like this
oh of course I can see
oh ho ho no what am I doing
you child are distracting me
what kind of a be are you
oh no I am left behind
Cassandra the Worker B and even the Queen herself