The Bees

In the meadows and gardens, where the flowers bloom,

There are creatures of purpose, that make our hearts zoom,

The bees, so diligent, so busy and sweet,

In their world of connection, that fills us with complete.

With wings that flutter, in the warm summer breeze,

They move from flower to flower, with a gentle ease,

Their work, like no other, their purpose, so clear,

As they collect nectar and pollen, with a joyful cheer.

They create honey, with a flavor so rich,

A gift from the bees, that we cannot ditch,

Their connection to nature, a harmony so right,

As they move through their world, with a peaceful sight.

The bees, a symbol of diligence and connection,

A reminder to us, of our own divine reflection,

In a world that is complex, and full of noise,

Where the bees buzz, with their humble poise.

So if you ever feel lost, or in need of a guide,

Just think of the bees, and their humble stride,

And let their diligence and connection, fill your heart and your soul,

Like the flowers that surround them, and their endless goal.