In gardens where the blossoms sway,
Golden bees hum their gentle song,
Weaving through the light of day,
In search of nectar, where they belong.

Their wings, a blur in the summer air,
Create a symphony, soft and sweet,
A dance of life, without a care,
In fields of flowers, where dreams meet.

The sun casts shadows long and deep,
Yet bees persist with endless grace,
Their buzzing lullaby lulls to sleep,
Nature’s harmony in perfect pace.

As dusk approaches, they find their way,
Back to hives, their golden home,
The day’s work done, till a new day,
In nature’s rhythm, forever they roam.