It is the bees, beetles, wasps, butterflies, moths and other flying bugs that generate the Buzz and hence the wind. They come to flowers, kiss them sweet, take away their loneliness and touch them with their sweet mouth, sucking at nectar, brushing away their burdens and making away with their seeds/pollen. They spread news of beauty found and loved how, they gather forces of nature to spread wings of joy. This Buzz and joy, this looking forward to survival, this propagation of wonder and surrender, this craziness of a lover creates the wind and from the cool breeze emanates the warmth that trickles down like a smooth liquid of pure ecstasy, honey. And this honey is no trap, it is essential sweetness of life, the song of birth and the promise of sorrow being over and out, the product worth all its salt.