Insects

In fields of green and gardens fair,

Insects dance on wings of air.

Tiny creatures, buzzing bright,

In the morning sun's soft light.

Butterflies flit with grace untold,

Their wings of rainbow, blue and gold.

With delicate touch, they sip sweet nectar,

In their flight, a mesmerizing specter.

Bees hum with industrious song,

In fields of flowers, they belong.

Gathering pollen, their tireless task,

In nature's dance, they do not ask.

Ants march in lines, a busy throng,

Building colonies, steadfast and strong.

With strength in numbers, they toil away,

In their underground realm, they hold sway.

Dragonflies dart with wings so fine,

In the warmth of summer, they do shine.

With eyes that gleam in hues so bright,

In their flight, they bring delight.

In the evening's hush, the fireflies glow,

In the twilight's embrace, they softly show.

With lights that flicker in the night,

In the darkness, they bring light.

So let us marvel at insects small,

In their world, they stand tall.

For in their humble ways, we find,

A beauty that is truly divine.

written by AI