In golden pools of morning light,
The bees dance in a rhythmic flight,
Whispers of nectar fill the air,
With secrets only flowers share.

A gentle drop on tender lips,
Honey drips from nature’s fingertips,
Binding souls in sweet embrace,
In the warmth of its gentle grace.

Fields of clover, vast and wide,
Where honey’s magic does reside,
A symphony of buzzing sound,
In every bloom, wonders are found.

Through seasons’ change, it holds its sway,
A timeless gift, come what may,
In every golden, amber hue,
Lies the promise of something true.