With wings of gold, they prance in sunlit air,
A buzzing ballet 'mongst the fragrant blooms,
But trials lurk where nectar brightly flares,
And shadows gather in the honeyed glooms.
For man-made walls disrupt their ancient flight,
And poisoned fields their fragile bodies blight.
Habitat shrinks, a worrying decline,
A silent threat to nature's grand design.
Yet trust endures, for in their active murmur,
A promise rings, a victory to come.
With mindful care, and gardens planned with grace,
We carve a haven, a welcoming space.
Let's nurture bees, these tiny sovereigns,
And nature's bounty, shared by all, convene.
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