As we learn from others,
peers, allies, sisters and mothers,
we fly past each others.
So often, our flights cross,
our common buzz echoes.
When we fly near others, we hear that they are heroes,
we learn about how they found their way,
about the weight they had to lift on the way.
Not flying but walking,
not buzzing but talking,
we build this path for us,
we navigate living with others.
Shaping our space,
finding our pace,
rich of our weakness,
carrying on with our business.
Like bees, we build our own hives.
And like bees make honey,
our business makes money.
