Golden streams of morning light,
Drip slowly from the heavens’ grace,
A symphony of sweetness bright,
In amber waves, the sun’s embrace.

Nectar drawn from blossoms’ heart,
Held in nature’s gentle weave,
A dance where bees and flowers part,
Their whispered secrets softly leave.

In the hive’s warm, bustling care,
A labor of love, a liquid gold,
Crafted with patience, tender and fair,
Stories of summer in each fold.

Taste the sun’s warm, golden hue,
In each drop, a world unfolds,
A journey through the skies so blue,
Captured in this honeyed hold.