Golden Nectar
Reflection
In the heart of the sunflower, a tiny king reigns,
A world of industry, where beauty sustains.
With furrowed brow and wings aflight,
The bee collects, in the golden light.
The flower's rich center, a treasure trove,
A haven for the bee, where love and labor rove.
In this dance of give and take, we find our glee,
A symphony of life, in harmony.
The bee's black and yellow stripes, a badge of pride,
As it gathers nectar, with a busy stride.
The sunflower's petals, a bright yellow crown,
Shining bright, as the bee spins around.
In this fleeting moment, we glimpse the divine,
A connection to nature, so pure and so fine.
The bee and the flower, a perfect pair,
A testament to life, beyond compare.