In fields where flowers gently sway,Bees hum a tune of golden light,Through fragrant blooms, they find their way,A ballet in the soft morning bright.With wings that glisten in the sun,They gather nectar sweet and pure,In tireless toil, their work begun,A promise of life they ensure.Their dance, a language all their own,In patterns weaving through the air,Guiding sisters to the throne,Of blossoms rich and honeyed fare.O humble bees, in you we see,The harmony of nature’s plan,In every flower, tree, and bee,Lies the heartbeat of the land.