Bee's Whispered Majesty
Reflection
In the heart of the hive, where whispers of pollen dance,
A sovereign of the small, adorned in golden grace.
Eyes that pierce the veil of time,
Antennae that taste the air's embrace.
A world unseen, yet felt in every breath,
The bee, a symbol of life's intricate thread.
Its wings, a symphony of motion,
A dance that weaves the fabric of the wild.
In its gaze, a mirror of our own soul,
A reminder of the beauty in the small.
For in the bee, we see ourselves,
A fleeting moment of eternity,
A testament to the power of the tiny,
A whisper of the universe's design.