Pollen Dancer
Reflection
In the vibrant dance of nature, a tiny king reigns,
A bee adorned with pollen's golden grains.
With iridescent wings and a body so fine,
It moves with purpose, a beauty divine.
Its path is guided by the scent so sweet,
As it gathers riches from the flower's seat.
The red petals, a backdrop so grand,
A stage for this tiny, busy hand.
In its work, a story unfolds of might,
A testament to nature's intricate light.
The bee's fur, a soft and fluffy cloak,
Contrasts with the shiny, armored spoke.
A symbol of industry, of life's grand plan,
This bee reminds us of nature's master hand.
With every step, a tale of survival told,
In the delicate balance, young and old.
The Pollen Dancer, a figure of grace,
A fleeting moment, a wondrous, tiny space.