Melittophily

As soon as he touched the flower. The flower he wanted to devour, became dull and rotten. He tried with many others too, but all he was doing was vanishing a beautiful garden. Maybe it was because of his nonchalant nature towards life or literally everything. His appearance was also not quite normal. It might even scare some used to say, but then as he was almost about to lose hope that he won't get any fresh flowers to eat. He won’t be able to feel what honeybees might feel like after sucking the nectar from the flowers. While reaching towards the last flower which his perseverance will allow trying upon, there was only one thought in his mind why are the flowers so welcoming towards honeybees but not me? I think honeybees look terrible. They harm others even when they judge too quickly that the other innocent person is so harmful. He couldn’t believe that he was about to lose from a creature so tiny to him. He reminded himself that this last flower he is trying upon and all those lifeless flowers lying behind him all those must be grown by a human only then why these traitors are behaving in such way? I refuse to believe now, that plants are living creatures. Any living creature feels grateful towards the reason of their life. even humans, Witty ones feel this gratefulness towards their mother and some naïve ones feel this towards God but we all do to somebody.

When he touched the last flower, unlike the other flowers, this one showed no change. It was still as beautiful as before. As lively as before. He was about to pluck the flower but then the gardener came. “Stop! This is the only flower plant I planted. It’s like my memoir. please don’t pluck it”. After listening to a big monologue full of questions and vexation. He gathered the courage to ask the only question he had, “then, who planted all those other flower plants?”. Those were the result of melittophily. Bees planted all of them through pollination…