In the arms of morning lightâs tender kiss,
Golden nectar flows in vernal bliss,
Whispers of the bees in silent hum,
Natureâs gift in golden rivers run.
Through the fields where flowers bloom and sway,
Honeyed dreams in warm embrace stay,
Sunlit drops from petals’ gentle grace,
A sweetness found in natureâs quiet place.
With every sip, the taste of summer’s end,
Memories of days where sunbeams blend,
In a jar, the essence of the day,
Captured in a golden, sweet array.
A treasure from the hiveâs harmonious dance,
A symphony of life in each small glance,
In honeyâs glow, the world seems bright and clear,
A liquid gold that brings us ever near.