Bees

Bees, with their delicate wings and gentle hum,

Are nature's poets, singing in flowered kingdoms.

They dance in sunlight, sipping nectar's sweet,

Crafting golden verses as they go and meet.

Their poetry, a language understood by few,

Is written in the dance they gracefully pursue.

With intricate steps and gestures full of grace,

They communicate, guiding their hive's embrace.

Each flower they visit, a stanza they create,

Gathering pollen, their verses resonate.

They carry tales of blossoms in full bloom,

Their buzzing whispers, nature's sweet perfume.

From field to field, their verses spread and share,

Weaving a tapestry of life beyond compare.

They pollinate the blooms, ensuring life's flow,

Their poetry, an art that nature will bestow.

In meadows and gardens, their verses unfold,

A symphony of life, a story to be told.

For bees are the poets, nature's gifted scribes,

Creating melodies with every nectar-filled stride.

So let us cherish these winged wordsmiths true,

For bees are poetry, a gift to me and you.

In their humble existence, beauty is found,

A testament to nature's wonders unbound.