Serenity in Pollen
Reflection
Amidst the fiery bloom, a soul takes flight,
A golden worker, a guardian of light.
Petals embrace the sun, a canvas of flame,
Where the bee, a transient muse, finds its name.
In the heart of the flower, a world unfolds,
A dance of colors, a symphony of golds.
The bee, a messenger of nature's grace,
Carries the essence of life's embrace.
Each wingbeat whispers a story untold,
Of journeys far and the paths we hold.
In this moment, time stands still,
A reminder of the sacred will.
For in the heart of the bloom, we find,
A mirror of our own soul's design.
A world in miniature, a universe in bloom,
Where the bee and the flower, together, consume.
So let us pause, in this fleeting scene,
To find our own serenity, our own dream.
For in the dance of the bee and the flower,
We see the beauty of life's enduring power.