Golden Nectar's Guardian

In the heart of golden light, a sentinel stands guard, A tiny monarch, fierce and unafraid. With wings outstretched, it claims its sacred land, A droplet of dew upon its armor, like a precious brand. It sips from the flower's depths, a sweet, ambrosial feast, A taste of life, in every nectar-filled release. In this moment, all is right with the world, As the bee and flower, in harmony, unfurl. The world's beauty is distilled, in this tiny frame, A testament to life's intricate, sacred game. In the stillness, we find our own heartbeat, A rhythm that echoes, a symphony so sweet. Let the bee's diligence inspire our own way, To find the sweetness, in each new day.