In the garden’s gentle embrace,
Where sunlit whispers softly play,
Bees hum their golden tales of grace,
In fields where vibrant colors sway.

Through petals kissed by morning dew,
They weave a dance of joy and flight,
Gathering nectar, dreams anew,
In the warm embrace of light.

Their wings, a symphony in air,
Guide them through the fragrant blooms,
A harmony beyond compare,
Amidst the springtime’s sweet perfumes.

In every flight, a world unfolds,
A story told in buzzing tones,
The gentle dance of bees upholds
The beauty nature softly hones.