Golden Pollinator
Reflection
Amidst the fiery bloom, a soul takes flight,
A golden pollinator, a beacon of light.
Wings like whispers of the wind, they dance and sway,
Carrying the essence of life, day by day.
The sun-kissed petals cradle the sacred task,
A dance of purpose, a timeless, sacred pact.
The bee, a symbol of industry and grace,
Bears the weight of the world on its tiny face.
In its journey, we see our own, a mirror of toil,
Each petal a step, each wingbeat a toil.
For in the heart of the flower, life is reborn,
A cycle of giving, a sacred adorn.
Oh, golden pollinator, guide us through the night,
Show us the path where the light meets the light.
For in your flight, we find our own, a shared refrain,
A song of resilience, a tale of the plain.
May your wings carry us to the fields of gold,
Where the sun forever shines, where the heart is bold.
For in your presence, we see the world anew,
A world of wonder, a world of the true.