The Secret of the Bees
Buzzing softly through the light,
Golden wings in morning bright,
Tiny workers, swift and sweet,
Dancing where the flowers meet.
Petals open, colors gleam,
Drops of nectar like a dream,
Whispers float from bloom to bloom,
Life awakens, springtime’s tune.
High above the leafy trees,
Humming songs upon the breeze,
Every buzz a note they bring,
Nature’s choir begins to sing.
If you listen, quiet and true,
There’s a hidden gift for you,
In their dance, a world you’ll see—
Small things shape eternity.