Golden Nectar
Reflection
In the depths of a flower, a tiny monarch reigns,
A bee of golden hue, with furrowed reins.
With every step, a tale of labor's told,
As pollen's gathered, young and old.
The delicate dance, a wondrous sight,
A testament to nature's plight.
In this fleeting moment, we're made aware,
Of the intricate web we share.
The bee's devotion, a labor of love,
A reminder of the beauty sent from above.
In the golden light, a story's spun,
Of industry and life, forever won.
The bee's small form, a symbol grand,
Of the interconnectedness of this land.
As we behold this wondrous sight,
We're drawn into the beauty, pure and bright.