Flower bed

In a field of green, so wide and grand, Where wildflowers danced in a sunny band, Lived a buzzy friend, a tiny bee, Ready for work, as happy as could be.

Flying high, with wings so fleet, A tiny speck, oh so sweet, He zoomed above the grassy ground, Looking for blossoms all around.

He saw the bed, a flowery sight, A rainbow burst of pure delight, Petals of red, and yellow bright, A feast for him, with all his might.

He dipped and dove, with fuzzy grace, A pollen dance, all over the place, From daisy white to poppy red, He buzzed and bumped inside each head.

He tickled stems with legs so small, Delivering pollen to one and all, A busy bee, with purpose true, Making the flower bed, fresh and new.

Then as the days began to fade, And tiny seeds began to cascade, A wondrous change, a magic scene, More tiny buds, in shades of green!

The flower bed, once small and neat, Now overflowed, a joyful treat, Thanks to the bee, and his pollen dust, A field of flowers, we could all trust!