In the hush of morning light they dance,
Golden wings with a gentle glance.
Buzzing softly in the fragrant air,
Carving pathways with a tender care.

Amidst the blooms they find their way,
Gathering nectar through the day.
A symphony of hums fills the field,
Nature’s secrets slowly revealed.

Guardian of the vivid flowers,
In unity their strength empowers.
Each bloom they kiss with fleeting grace,
A timeless bond in nature’s embrace.

As twilight falls, they rest at last,
Dreams of honey in shadows cast.
Silent stewards of the earth’s delight,
Bees in the meadow, till morning’s light.