Golden Nectar

In the heart of a sunflower, a tiny king reigns, A bee with fur of gold, and eyes that sustain, The dance of life, in every delicate move, A testament to nature, a labor of love. With wings that shimmer, like jewels in the light, It gathers nectar, with precision and might, The yellow petals, a warm and inviting stage, For this small creature, in its busy age. The world is vast, yet in this bee's embrace, Lies a universe, of intricate design and grace, A moment captured, in time's relentless flow, A fleeting glimpse, of life's beauty to know. In its industrious heart, a story unfolds, Of survival, of community, of a life to behold, A symbol of hope, in a world that's often cold, A reminder of wonder, in the stories untold.