In fields where flowers softly sway,
The bees hum tunes of golden ray.
Through petals bright and skies so blue,
They weave the nectar, pure and true.

Beneath the sun’s warm, gentle gaze,
Their dance unfolds in endless maze.
With wings that shimmer, soft and light,
They gather dreams through day to night.

In amber drops, the honey flows,
A sweet embrace the earth bestows.
A taste of warmth, a touch of grace,
In every jar, a sunlit trace.

So let us cherish every flight,
The bees that bring the world delight.
For in their whispers, soft and low,
Lies nature’s song, a gentle glow.