Someone watching the sunrise

The desire didn't last long, that the weather would be cold. When the Sun took a breath and yawned on the cloud … It was sweltering hot in July, 56 degrees in the city. Hot enough to scald a lizard. 

Honey bees were hovering around the hives and some were sitting to watch the sunrise.

"Ah! Another hottest day…" said one bee who was sitting on the lightest twig of the tree and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Then the next one reminded them, "but we have to go to fulfill our duty. If we don't go, how would we make honey?" 

The small squad of honey bees marched up to fly and explored for flowers that have pollen grains and have sweet nectar. They saw a garden, where the alignments of flowers had an open daisy-like shape, with tubular petals: red, white, pink, and purple flowers were suffocating. Most of them were dwindled except for some rows of Bee balm, although it is a drought-tolerant plant, the long days of summer weren't giving them more time to bloom. When bees came near flowers to collect nectar, they were startled to see the withered flowers. They began rummaging for bloomed flowers again, and they succeeded to collect nectar in their second stomach which is called the honey stomach or crop.

Every bee was grimed when they arrived at the hive in the group of trees. The one who came in last was choking like a bird who is near to death or a fish out of water.

The Queen asked: "Where were you when the group fetched nectar?"

 When his breath was normal he replied: "My Queen, I was returning with the group, but I stopped at the spot where two men were talking about global warming."

The Queen repeated suspiciously, Global warming

He added, "Yes, Majesty, Global warming, it's increasing day by day and the reason is an excess amount of Carbon dioxide. This high temperature is catastrophic across the board, most of the flowers are dying… Subsequently, all flowers will fade, so we can't produce honey, and eventually, we all were pushing up daisies.

Silence ensues, the all bees were disheartened and distraught.

At that time, the leader must guide in the bleak; the Queen delivered a speech

"There is no question which hasn't any answer, or you can't find it,

 There is no problem which hasn't any solution, certainly, there is a solution we need to just find, how to cope with it. In every calamity, we must look for opportunities to avail, we must look at what choices we have. It provides us a way to think."

A smart, little, and talkative bee raised its hand and babbled:" I have a solution Majesty. There is a way we can cope, Majesty." Then she started to tell the story, "I was wandering for flowers to collect nectar, but I forgot the way, and finally I found a Susan flower. I sat on it and used my straw-like tongue to slurp up the nectar, but I didn't get it and I tried again and again but alas! I have failed again. Soon I realized that I wasn't in a garden or anywhere else, had a plant" he stopped for a moment to take a breath and said with an absurd smile, "I was in a botany class, and it was a book", another bee uttered wistfully:" come to the point." 

She continued again:

"Oops, sorry!

My Queen, I took a few moments to understand that, and I listened to those humans who were talking about Planting; It can help to reduce global warming."

An elder bee aggressively said: "your whole story was a roundabout, and we stand here, where we started already. And you raised another question. How can we grow plants?"

All young bees were ill-informed about planting.

An older bee took part in discourse and said: "Don't create panic, don't you know about Entomophily, honey bee's pollination, we have to play our role." He stopped for an instant and advised the Queen, "we need to just expand it. "

The quality of a leader is, he listens to everyone and speaks at last. The Queen was listening and observing everyone, then she said: "We all are a nation. Every person has a right to say, to give advice and every child has equality like a person. His advice also has equality and I appreciated our little bee for garnering this information." Then she asked optimistically to the older bee: "Now I want to know about your suggestion."

He bowed and replied obediently: " Yes, majesty...

Our body is covered with hairs when we land on a flower, the pollen grains attract to our body through an electrostatic force. We need to just collect the pollen grains from the male part (anther) and transfer them to the female part (stigma). It will begin a process to fertilize the seed, which is the genesis of planting.

The Queen directed to: "Actions speak louder than words. Now we have a plan, and it's time to act on it.

The crew of bees went to collect the pollen grains. They were ready to put their thoughts in a picture. It's the honey bees' tradition, they're doing more except to produce honey.

After several months, efforts spread the colors in the garden, and they did more than their responsibility; their efforts were a drop in the ocean. If these small creatures are worried about coping with global warming. What is the role of humans, a common man who has the intellect, education, convenience, and technologies which make their life easier?

The little bee was flying and instantly stopped in front of a man and impulsively asked, "we're doing what we can, now the ball is in your court. You also take a breath and take advantage of this world but what are you giving it? It is also your responsibility." The man didn't reply to the little bee she asked again, "are you not alive? ", similarly he didn't reply, and how could he? Because that was a billboard.

But still, there's a question: aren't we alive?