Golden Nectar
Reflection
In the depths of a flower's heart, a tiny monarch reigns,
A bee of golden light, with fur of silken grains.
With wings translucent as the morning dew,
It sips the sweetness, and its spirit renews.
The yellow petals, like rays of sun's warm light,
Illuminate the bee's industrious delight.
As it gathers nectar, its heart beats with glee,
A dance of life, in harmony with nature's spree.
The bee's black eyes, like jewels shining bright,
Reflect the beauty, of this wondrous sight.
In this fleeting moment, we behold the bee's might,
A symbol of industry, in the golden light.