In gardens where the flowers bloom bright, The bees hum softly, a gentle, golden light. Their wings a whisper, in…
In the morning’s gentle light, you gleam, Golden drops from nature’s dream, Sweetly you flow, a river divine, From the…
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…