She didn't make it.
This little bee, with her legs forever folded and her tattered wings silent,
worked so hard for the good of her hive..... but she will never enjoy the fruits of her labor.
Was all her labor in vain, then?
Her efforts will help feed the next generation of bees.... maybe even a future Queen...
but not her.
I get a little sad when I see a dead worker bee,
even though I know I shouldn't because their life span is so short~
but I can't help but wonder....
did she venture out into the cold winter air for some water,
and not make it back in time before a deadly chill set in on her little body?
Or, had she just worked her little body to death and,
as workers bees do when it is "their time",
crawl outside the hive to die alone?
I will never know the answer, and her sisters that continue coming in and out of the hive
occasionally inspecting her lifeless body, are not talking.
Either way, she is a brave little soldier in my eyes.... and worthy of some kind of memorial.
It's the least I can do for these amazing creatures who toil for the honey I enjoy.
Sleep tight, little Bee... you made your short time on Earth matter,
and I am a better person for taking the time to notice.