Golden Harvest

In the warm light of the sun, a tiny king gathers his treasure, A dance of dust and wings, a moment of pure pleasure. With furrowed brow and busy wings, he collects the golden prize, A fleeting instant of beauty, a moment of surprise. The sunflower's bright petals shine like a halo in the night, As the bee's dark form is bathed in the warm, golden light. The delicate balance of nature, a symphony of life and death, A tiny, intricate world, full of wonder and breath. In this still moment, we find the beauty of the earth, A reflection of our own fleeting life and mirth.