In the gentle hum of morning light,
Bees dance in the air, a golden flight,
Their wings whisper secrets of the dawn,
In fields where vibrant blossoms are born.

Amidst the petals, they weave and glide,
A symphony of life, in colors they hide,
With every touch, a promise they make,
To nurture the earth for blossoms’ sake.

Honeyed warmth in their every embrace,
They toil and gather with delicate grace,
Guardians of the bloom, silent and true,
Building dreams in drops of morning dew.

In their journey, a lesson unfolds,
Of harmony in nature’s gentle hold,
Bees, the keepers of life’s sweet song,
In their dance, we all belong.