This brave little bee had come to his end. All things come to an end, that's the unfortunate meaning of fall and the coming of winter. The things that lived and flourished during the summer might not make it through the fall and the cold cold winter. It's also the way of nature, it always has been.
"In the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years." - Abraham Lincoln
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