Busy as

Turning my head to the side to be eye level with the white flowers in a field of clover so that I can watch the bees doing their work. Bumble bees (or what I think of as bumble bees) of different sizes; a few honey bees; and two or three varieties of very small bees (some of whom liked the sweat or the salt on my hands and arms). They live just four to six weeks and literally work themselves to death. Such focus and intensity. Never once questioning the veracity of their purpose.