Golden Nectar
Reflection
In the heart of the flower, a tiny king reigns,
A bee adorned with droplets, like jewels in the sun's rays.
With fur as soft as silk and eyes that shine like night,
It gathers nectar, a task of utmost delight.
The flower, a crown of gold, offers its sweetest treat,
As the bee's proboscis dips, a dance so discreet.
The world, in this moment, is full of wonder and might,
A testament to nature's beauty, a pure delight.
In this fleeting instant, we find a truth profound,
A connection to the earth, a love that's unbound.
The bee, a symbol of industry, of community and care,
Reminds us of the beauty that's always there.
In the intricate details, we find a story to be told,
Of life, of growth, of the beauty that never grows old.