They say the bee was born from a drop of sunlight,
fallen when the earth most needed hope.
She is not large, not fierce, and she doesn’t live long —
but every day she lives,
she gives.
She flies across the fields,
not to take the best for herself,
but to help flowers bloom,
fruits ripen,
and harvests feed even those not yet born.
She knows her name may never be spoken.
Still, she flies.
Because she doesn’t live for herself,
but for something greater:
Continuity.
Connection.
And the sweetness she leaves behind
long after she is gone.
The elders call her:
“The One Who Leaves Sweetness Behind.”
#native #nativeamerican #indigenous #nativepride #firstnations #nativeculture #nativebeauty #nativeamericanart #nativeamericanpride #indigenouspeople #indigenousart #indigenouspride #americanindian #nativeamericanculture #nativemade #indigenouswomen #nativeamerica #nativeamericanhistorymonth #powwow #NativeAmericanHeritageMonth #NativeAmericanHeritage #powwowdancer #MMIW #nativeamericanwoman #nativehistory #NativeAmericans #nativelover #NativeTribe #nativeplants #navajo
