Golden Nectar

In the heart of the sunflower, a tiny king reigns, A bee of golden light, with wings that sustain, The delicate dance of life, a wondrous refrain, As petals unfold, like rays of sunshine's stain. With every step, a story of survival's told, A testament to nature's intricate gold, The bee's black and yellow stripes, a symbol of might, As it gathers nectar, in the warm, golden light. The sunflower's bright face, a beacon in the day, Guides the bee's path, in a wondrous, winding way, Through the delicate florets, a hidden world is found, Where the sweetness of life, is gathered, all around. In this fleeting moment, a world is revealed, A microcosm of wonder, where life is concealed, A story of connection, of life and of might, A testament to the beauty, of the natural light.