flowery field

In the meadow’s golden glow, a bee takes flight,

Its wings a blur of motion, in the soft sunlight.

Amidst the petals, it lands with grace,

Gathering nectar from each flowery embrace.

A tiny creature, yet vital and grand,

Roaming the land, as nature planned.

From bloom to bloom, it tirelessly roves,

Spreading life’s essence, in the places it troves.

But though its life is fleeting, it knows no sorrow,

Finding joy in each new tomorrow.

In the dance of the bee, a lesson we see,

To cherish life’s moments, wherever they may be.