In the garden, small and bright,
Bees take wing in morning light.
Buzzing here and buzzing there,
With a mission, they declare.
Flowers bloom where bees do tread,
Blossoms rise from flower bed.
Gathering nectar, sweet and gold,
In their dance, a story told.
Pollinating every bloom,
Making gardens burst with room.
Fruit and veggies, trees so tall,
Bees, they help to grow them all.
Without these tiny friends we see,
No honey for our toast and tea.
The world would miss their golden touch,
So thank the bees, they do so much.
Bees are special, can’t you see?
Guardians of the land and tree.
Celebrate their busy flight,
For they keep our earth so bright.
Stories by Katie J 