The power of love

The red heart shaped flower sways upside-down in the wind, its stem an un-naturally bent arc which allows the nectar to drip slowly into the consuming earth:

Drip Drip Drip.

The flower was once so strong and stood proudly above the grass, radiating its love into the brightness of the day.

And now, the juices of love have been tarnished with confusion, filling the flower with pain and despair.

In a broken state of emptiness, the desperate flower drips its nectar into the rejuvenating earth:

But it fills right back up with the same polluted substance.

A bee was flying past… “Poor flower, why are you so sad?”

“Someone took something sacred from me. They thought it was theirs to share, but it was not, it was ours as we had both created it.”

“Sacred? That sounds important.”

“Yes it is, little bee.”

“Well, what is it?” buzz. buzz.

“I do not know if it has a name. It is like an invisible sphere that is filled with a fire. The fire inside is created by others and is made unique by all those who contribute to it. It is separate from all, but tied to us by invisible threads of emotion. These invisible threads are how our passions are converted to fire and slowly fill the sphere of love. There are many spheres of fire that we all share, some as old as time itself. But there are some that are sacred, fused by the passion of committed lovers. Over the years, together, my love and I have filled our sacred sphere, but now…there is something else there: edging into the sphere, integrating its own patterns into our fire; changing the nature of the energy. This outside force is unknown to me, and it has shared the sacredness with my lover, and I cannot seem to re-integrate my…”

“Hum. Well flower, this is all a bit...well, above me; as I am a worker bee. and actually, this discussion is starting to worry me, what with the idea of invisible sphere’s floating around sucking up my love…but please, get better so I can enjoy your sweet nectar again.”

“I will try my tiny winged friend, but if I cannot accept the changes and unite once again with the sacred sphere, I fear my stem will continue to weaken and I will slowly die.”