Pollen Guardian
Reflection
In the heart of the flower, a tiny king reigns,
With pollen crowns and eyes that shine like rain,
A guardian of the blooms, with fur so bright,
Collecting gold, in the warm, golden light.
The petals wrap around, a tender, crimson hold,
As the bee's dark form, with vibrant colors unfold,
In this dance of nature, where life begins anew,
The bee and flower, a tale of trust, forever true.
With every step, a story of survival's told,
In the delicate balance, of young and old,
The bee's persistence, a testament to life's will,
In the intricate web, where every thread stands still.
In this fleeting moment, we glimpse the grand design,
A universe within, where beauty and purpose entwine,
The pollen guardian, a symbol of industry and might,
A reminder of the magic, in the world's smallest sight.