The Fickle Minded Bee

In my garden, there I see

One confused little bee

He could not decide what to pick

Between a lovely red rose and a tulips.

I then asked this little fella

What kind of flower would he want?

“I am not sure my dearest friend,

As they both look lovely in my eyes

But I have to pick, oh, which is which?

Shall I choose the rose or this lovely tulips?”

To help him out, I asked again

I need to help this little friend.

What makes him happy, what makes him glad;

He needs to pick which one to have.

“I’m still confused, I could not say”

Says this little fickle minded bee

“Can I have both of these lovely flowers?

Surely, we’ll all be happy together”

Oh, no my friend you have to pick one

Choose the one you really want

You can’t have all, you have to share

As other bees still need a pair.

“If you were me which would you choose?

This lovely tulips or that simple rose?

It’s really hard, I want them both

And I don’t want anything to lose”.

Dear, oh, dear, I know it’s hard

But you have to pick which one to have.

Having both would be unfair

Both flowers can’t have one bee to share.

Which do you want more,

You have to gauge

Since this will be permanent,

You could not change

Decide wisely now or be alone

The other bees are yet to come.

Still undecided, he pondered again

Which would he let go and which would remain.

He wants the tulips but still holds the rose

It seemed he really does not want to choose.

My dearest friend please tell me why

Why is it hard for you to decide?

It’s plain and simple which do you want?

Which among them would make you glad?

“I’ve had this rose for a little while

I took care of it for quite some time

Until I found this lovely tulips

And I am sure it’s what I want.”

Then what’s stopping you from picking it?

If it is what you really want.

Decide now, which is which?

This simple rose or the lovely tulips?

And there was silence, between us two

He’s still confused which to let go

Until the tulips broke her silence

And said to the bee with confidence.

“For quite a while we’ve known each other

I’ve already wished we could be together

I have learned to live each day with you

It will be so hard if you let me go.

But I know you have the lovely rose

That you could not afford to lose

I’ve always wanted you to be my bee

But I know you can’t choose me.

Those words from the tulips struck his heart

He could not imagine them being apart

But she was right, he can’t lose the rose

For its buds now slowly grows.

The rose needs him more, thought the bee;

And for this reason, he can’t leave thee

Picking the rose may not make him happy

But it’s what’s right, thought the bee.

And this is how the story ends

He kept the rose and let go of the tulips

But in his mind his thoughts still plays

What could have happened if he had chosen thee?