Golden Nectar Dance

In the heart of the flower, a tiny king reigns, A monarch of industry, with golden pollen stains. The bee's dark eyes, like jewels, shine so bright, As it dances with the petals, in the warm, golden light. With wings like delicate glass, and a body soft as fur, It sips the sweetness, and gathers more. The flower, a vibrant orange, like a sunset's glow, Inviting all to taste, its nectar's sweet flow. In this tiny world, where creatures roam and play, The bee and flower entwine, in a dance of life's sweet way. A moment captured, in time's fleeting stream, A memory of beauty, in a world of wonder and dream. The bee's busy wings, a blur of motion and might, As it collects the treasure, with skill and gentle might. In the stillness, a story unfolds, of life's intricate design, A testament to nature's beauty, forever divine.