In the gentle embrace of morning light,Bees dance through the air with wings so bright,Gathering whispers of flowers’ delight,Weaving dreams in hues of amber and white.The hive hums a melody so sweet,A testament to nature’s rhythmic beat,In golden streams, their labors meet,Crafting honey, a world replete.Through each drop, the sun’s warmth flows,A liquid embrace where time slows,Stories of fields and blooms it knows,Captured in the honey’s golden glows.Oh, honey, sweet gift of earth and sky,Nectar kissed by the sun’s gentle sigh,Your sweetness a symphony that will never die,A timeless treasure, as years drift by.