Most people know the night as a place of rest. They close their eyes, pull the blanket up to their chin, and trust that someone is watching over them while they dream.

Like butterflies, we drift through life,
carried by winds we cannot see,
sometimes light as summer air,
sometimes heavy with all the things
our hearts long to hold.

When we look up at the night sky, we are not looking at the present.

At some point, we grow up. Not on a specific day. Not all at once. It happens quietly. Between schedules and responsibilities. Between bills that need to be paid and nights that suddenly seem too short. And without even noticing, we stop looking for shapes in the clouds. We walk past flowers without taking in their scent. We watch sunsets...

There are people who seem incredibly strong. They help, they keep going, they laugh, and they carry responsibility. Yet every single day, they fight a battle no one else can see.

Like bees, we move through life, guided by forces we don't always understand,