Stars burn brightly and desire to see their reflections in all things. And so the gentle flower that basks in its warmth and light is but a little star, and it too gives of its light to the bee for a season. The Star knows it must consume itself, for such fire not even a star may contain, still it burns for us, and illuminates us, as we bask in its glow.
Some stars burn hot and fast, others burn dim and long, but all illuminate the dark. We see our shadows against a greater darkness only by their light.