Pollen Guardian

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.