Golden Nectar
Reflection
In the heart of the flower, a tiny king reigns,
A bee of industry, with golden gains.
With wings translucent as stained glass, it gleams,
Collecting the essence of life's warmest dreams.
The yellow petals, soft as summer's breeze,
Cradle the bee, a haven of sweet ease.
The dark background, a mysterious stage,
Highlights the drama of this tiny age.
The bee's large eyes, like jewels shining bright,
Reflect the world's wonder, in the still of night.
Its furry body, a testament to nature's art,
A masterpiece of texture, a symphony to start.
In this fleeting moment, we glimpse a tale,
Of survival, of beauty, of life's fragile gale.
The bee, a messenger, between earth and sky,
Reminds us of the beauty, as we pass by.