Golden Nectar
Reflection
In the heart of a sunflower, a tiny king reigns,
A bee adorned with golden pollen grains.
Its fur a testament to the richness it bears,
A symbol of industry, of life beyond compare.
With wings that shimmer like the morning dew,
It dances, collects, and renews anew.
The flower, a throne, where it finds its delight,
A partnership of nature, a wondrous sight.
In this dance, we find a story told,
Of interdependence, young and old.
The bee, a laborer, with a task so grand,
Collecting nectar, with a busy hand.
The sunflower, tall, with a face so bright,
A beacon of warmth, in the dark of night.
Together they thrive, in a harmonious spin,
A dance of life, where both give and win.
In this image, a tale of symbiosis is spun,
A reminder of the beauty that's just begun.