Honeyed Vigilance

In the depths of the flower, a guardian watches, A sentinel of industry, with purpose it clutches. With pollen baskets full, it stands tall and proud, A tiny monarch, in a world avowed. The dance of collection, a waltz so fine and bright, A testament to labor, through day and night. In hues of orange, red, and yellow gold, The bee's devotion, to its task, is told. With every step, a story unfolds, Of community, of life, of nature's gold. In this small creature, we find our own might, A reflection of our own industrious light. Let us cherish, this tiny, buzzing soul, And honor its work, making our world whole.