Golden Nectar

In the depths of the flower, a tiny king reigns, A world of wonder, where petals sustain. The bee, a monarch, with fur so bright, Collects the sweetness, in the golden light. Dewdrops cling to its fur, like diamonds rare, As it sips from the flower, without a care. The yellow petals, a warm and inviting hue, A haven for the bee, where it finds its due. In this fleeting moment, we find our peace, A sense of harmony, the world's wild release. The bee's busy wings, a blur of motion, A dance of life, in the golden devotion.