Golden Pollinator
Reflection
In the heart of the flower, a tiny king reigns,
A monarch of industry, with golden grains.
The bee, a diligent worker, gathers with care,
Collecting nectar's sweetness, with precision fair.
With wings like glass, and fur like the sun's rays,
It dances, a fleeting moment, in a warm, golden haze.
The flower, a throne, where it gathers its might,
A symbol of life, in the dance of day and night.
In this moment, we see the beauty of the earth,
A tiny, yet vital, part of the cycle of birth.
The bee, a messenger, between earth and sky,
A bridge between worlds, as it flies by.
With every step, a story unfolds,
Of life, of death, of rebirth, of gold.
In this image, we find a truth profound,
A reflection of our own journey, on common ground.