In the morning’s gentle light, you gleam, Golden drops from nature’s dream, Sweetly you flow, a river divine, From the…
Beneath the sun’s warm, golden gleam, A dance of life, a buzzing dream, The bees embark on endless flight, In…
In the arms of morning lightâs tender kiss, Golden nectar flows in vernal bliss, Whispers of the bees in silent…
In fields where flowers bloom and sway, The bees begin their golden play. With wings that hum a gentle tune,…
In fields where flowers gently sway, Bees hum a tune, a sweet ballet. They gather nectar, pure and bright, Turning…