Roar louder than your demons

In sunny meadows where flowers bloom,

There dances a creature, a honey bee’s room.

With delicate wings, it takes to the air,

Spreading life and sweetness without comparison.

In fields of lavender and daisies so fair,

The honey bee collects nectar with care.

From petal to petal, it gracefully roams,

Gathering golden treasures as it hums and drones.

Oh, how it flits from blossom to bloom,

A diligent worker, in nature’s grandroom.

With busy legs and precision so keen,

It turns sweet nectar into nature’s dream.

With a gentle buzz, it spreads life’s embrace,

Pollinating each flower with tender grace.

A vital link in nature’s chain,

Ensuring life’s cycles again and again.

But beyond its duties, the honey bee,

Is a symbol of unity, and harmony, you see.

For in its hive, a community thrives,

Working together, as each bee strives.

From queen to worker, they all play a part,

Bringing their skills to create nature’s art.

Building hexagonal wonders in perfect precision,

A testament to their diligent mission.

And from their hard work, a gift we receive,

Golden honey is a taste that does deceive.

For in that sweetness, we find delight,

A natural treasure, a pure and true delight.

So let us cherish the honey bee’s flight,

And protect its home, both day and night.

For in its existence, we find a key,

To the balance of nature, our humble honey bee.

– 🐝

In the early dawn, when night fades away,

A gentle touch of magic greets the day.

The world awakens, bathed in a gentle hue,

And nature’s tears sparkle as morning dew.

Droplets of crystal, glistening like stars,

Adorning the landscapes, near and far.

They cling to blades of grass and petals,

As if nature herself has adorned them with care.

Each droplet holds an entire world unseen,

A tiny reflection of what might have been.

A single dewdrop can tell a thousand tales,

Of dreams that are born as the night unveils.

Silent whispers they carry from the night,

A symphony of secrets bathed in light.

They speak of stillness, peace and calm,

Inviting us to pause, reflect, and be calm.

They mirror the sky, the trees, and the flowers,

Creating a mosaic of nature’s powers.

A transient beauty, fragile and fleet,

Yet in their transient grace, there is something sweet.

For just like the morning dew on summer morn,

Life’s moments too, swiftly are reborn.

They remind us to cherish each passing day,

For in a blink, it may all fade away.

So let us embrace the morning dew’s grace,

And let it inspire us to love and embrace.

For in the sparkle of each tiny droplet,

Lies the reminder of life’s precious vignette.

As the sun rises higher, the dew will fade,

But the memories it leaves behind will not be evaded.

Forever etched in our hearts and souls,

A reminder to cherish life’s precious roles.

So let us rejoice in the morning dew,

And all the wonders it brings anew.

For within each droplet, a story unfolds,

Of love, beauty, and dreams untold.

– 🦩