Sense Of Belonging....

I saw the bee was flying,
It left the flower without telling,
The reasons for leaving,
And made the flower crying.

It seemed that in the beginning,
The bee was enjoying,
When the flower was blooming.

As the sun keep on rising,
There were many bees coming,
They were sucking and competing,
To have the best feeling.

When the evening was approaching,
One by one started leaving,
Because there was no Sense Of Belonging,
That is why they are not staying,
Leaving the flower wondering,
Why the bees are leaving?

Could it be that it is its instinct,
Just like we human being,
Don't like to share his or her darling,
With other human being.