In fields where flowers bloom and sway,
The bees begin their golden play.
With wings that hum a gentle tune,
They dance beneath the sun and moon.

Through petals soft and colors bright,
They gather nectar, pure delight.
In every flight, a task so grand,
They weave sweet gifts across the land.

The hive, a bustling, vibrant space,
A testament to their embrace.
Each tiny worker, in their prime,
Creates a legacy through time.

Oh, bees, in your harmonious flight,
You bring to life the day and night.
With honeyed whispers in the air,
You show us nature’s tender care.