Beekeeping Poem

Beekeeping Poem

In fields of gold and flowers fair,

The bees buzz soft, without a care.

Their wings a blur, their hum a song,

As they flit and flutter all day long.

A world of wonder, yet unseen,

Lies hidden in their hives so clean.

Where busy bees toil and thrive,

In a dance of life, that keeps them alive.

The beekeeper, a gentle soul,

Tends to them with patience and control.

In veil and gloves, they approach with care,

To check on the hive, and see what's there.

With smoke and tools, they calm the bees,

And carefully remove the honeyed fees.

From combs of wax, so sweet and pure,

That the bees have labored long to secure.

The beekeeper watches, as the bees,

With diligent care, work to please.

Building up their home, so strong and bright,

For their queen to rule, with all her might.

In springtime, when the world awakes,

The bees emerge from their winter break.

And in the fields, they start to roam,

To gather nectar, to bring back home.

They fly and dance, in the sun,

Their work and play, a thing of fun.

But in their hearts, they know the truth,

That their work is vital, to all our youth.

For without the bees, we cannot survive,

No crops to grow, no food to thrive.

The beekeeper knows this all too well,

And tends to his bees, with love and spell.

He helps them grow, and multiply,

So they can work, and never die.

For bees are more than just a pest,

They are nature's gift, at their very best.

And so we honor, the beekeeper's art,

For his work is noble, and close to heart.

He tends to the bees, with love and care,

To ensure they thrive, and are always there.

In the end, the honey is sweet,

But the beekeeper knows it's more than a treat.

For in each jar, is a story told,

Of a world of wonder, that will never grow old.

So let us honor, the bees and their keepers,

And cherish the world, that they help us deliver.

For in their work, we find our way,

To a brighter future, come what may.