In the tapestry of golden light, they dance,
Weaving through petals with a gentle prance,
Their wings hum a song of ancient lore,
Bees in flight, forevermore.

From flower to flower, they seek and find,
The nectar of life, so tender and kind,
Carrying whispers of the earth’s embrace,
In a tireless, delicate chase.

Guardians of the bloom, they toil and spin,
Each blossom kissed, a silent hymn,
To the rhythm of life, they give their all,
Answering nature’s steadfast call.

O bees, with your golden grace,
In every bloom, we see your trace,
A testament to the world unseen,
In fields of green, your serene dream.