Golden Nectar

In the depths of the flower, a tiny king reigns, A bee of blue and gold, with fur so fine and bright. With wings that shimmer, like the morning dew, It gathers nectar, with a gentle touch, anew. The yellow petals, like rays of sun's warm light, Embrace the bee, in a dance, so delicate and bright. The droplets of water, like tears of joy, descend, As the bee's busy, with a task, so divine to amend. In this fleeting moment, we see the beauty rare, A testament to nature's wonders, beyond compare. The bee's blue body, like a jewel, so fine and bright, Shines with a light, that touches the heart, and ignites. A sense of wonder, at the world's tiny delight, A moment's magic, in the golden light. The bee's busy, with a task, so pure and true, A symbol of industry, and a heart that's new.