Atop the hill that sat in the mountainous valley grew a special tree. Encircling the tree was a patch of wildflowers, which were visited by the bees that lived in the hive that hung from the tree's lowest branch. The tree's canopy was wide, and caught much sunlight. Bright pinks buds dotted it all over, and the petals carpeted the area under the tree continuously.
As the bees pollinated the flowers, the flowers deposited nutrients for the tree, and the tree sucked up the nutrients, continuing to grow and shelter the plants and bees that resided under its roof
A lone wanderer happened upon this hill one day and found rest under the tree's shade. The bees continued about their business, and the wanderer found joy in watching them work. The wanderer became hungry and took some honey from the hive. After consuming it, he went back to sleep but awoke a new man.
Instead of haggard from his journey, the man was strong, and could see far into the distance, and everything looked more vibrant. He realized this was special honey. He realized at once both the opportunity that presented itself before him, and the responsibility. It weighed on his mind heavily, and eventually he realized a third thing. The peace and joy he felt when he had first arrived was now gone.
The man smiled, then chuckled, then at once set off on his journey again. The wanderer shrank in the distance as he left the hill, and again undisturbed, the tree, the bees and the flowers continued their dance in the mountainous valley.
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