In the gold-kissed morning light,
Bees dance on petals bright,
Wings whispering tales untold,
In fields of green and gold.
They drift on soft, sweet air,
Weaving dreams with tender care,
Gathering nectar, a gentle art,
From the flowers they never part.
Sunbeams guide their joyous flight,
From dawn till the fall of night,
Guardians of the blooming land,
Working with nature, hand in hand.
In their hum, a melody sings,
Of life and love on fragile wings,
A symphony in nature’s choir,
Bees, the spark of life’s desire.