Pollen Dancer
Reflection
In the heart of a flower, a tiny king reigns,
A world of wonder, in its intricate domains.
With furrowed brow and eyes so bright,
It gathers gold, in the fading light.
The bee, a symbol of industry and might,
Dances with pollen, in the warm sun's delight.
Its path is winding, its journey long,
But in its labor, a story's sung.
Of nature's harmony, of life's sweet core,
The bee's devotion, we adore.
In its busy wings, a tale is spun,
Of a world connected, beneath the sun.
With every step, a memory stays,
Of a moment's beauty, in the bee's busy ways.
In the flower's heart, a secret's shared,
Between the bee and the petals so fair.
A dance of life, a bond so true,
A testament to nature, shining through.