The Bee and Spring Harvest

In gardens green, where sunshine streams, A tiny bee lived out her dreams. With fuzzy stripes and wings so bright, She woke to greet the morning light.

The Bee and Spring Harvest

Among the flowers, a busy sight, She zoomed and dipped with all her might. A purple bloom, a poppy red, "More nectar, please!" the flowers said.

A butterfly, with painted wings, Watched buzzing bees, the joy it brings. Some busy bugs, upon the ground, Helped clear the earth, all safe and sound.

The bee drank deep, a golden treat, From every blossom, oh so sweet! She packed her pouch, a sticky load, And buzzed back home, along the road.

She worked all day, with tiny feet, To make the honey, oh so sweet! The other bees, they helped her too, A golden syrup, fresh and new.

The honey glistened, bright and clear, A taste of spring, for all to cheer! The spring had come, the flowers grew, The bee's sweet work for me and you!