The Story Of Honey
November 7, 2020
The dry season is the tears of nature
Wait eagerly the creatures
Then comes the blossoming period
With juice everywhere in the field,
Flowers gather nectar in their wombs
Butterflies, flies, birds suck;
But, in hive it collected by the bee
Contrary, he, you and I get very easily.
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Flowers gather nectar in their wombs Butterflies, flies, birds suck; But, in hive it collected by the bee Contrary, he, you and I get very easily. /// SO NATURE FOR US- A GREAT MERCY!