- Andy F

Amidst petals soft as dawn’s first blush

Where sun-kissed blooms sway and hush

The honeybee dances, a golden sprite

In gardens where time takes flight.

Tiny wings hum secrets to the breeze

A symphony of purpose, life’s sweet tease

They sip nectar from floral chalices

Crafting liquid gold with gentle kisses.

Their dance, a map etched in air

Guiding them to hive and lair

Through meadows ablaze with hues

They weave tales of sun and dews.

In amber chambers, hexagonal cells

They store the essence of floral spells

A treasure trove of summer’s yield

A testament to nature’s silent field.

And when the days grow shorter, cool

They huddle close, a living jewel

Their hum a lullaby for autumns sleep

As honey drips from memories deep.

So raise a cup to these tireless souls

The architects of sweetness, life’s bold scrolls

For in their golden buzz, we find delight

A whispered promise of endless flight.