Something golden 🐝🍯
A quiet hum begins the day,
No grand design or loud decree,
Just wings that catch the morning ray
To find the blossom on the tree.
By single ounces, drop by drop,
They carry sweetness through the air,
And never demand the world to stop
To notice all the beauty there.
They do not build for brief renown,
Or hoard the light for self alone;
They press the liquid sunshine down
To shape a fortress of their own.
A thousand flights, a steady grace,
The patient art of coming home,
To build within a quiet place
A perfect, brilliant honeycomb.
So let your days, like theirs, unfold,
With quiet faith and steady hand—
And let your life build something golden,
One sweet drop where you stand.







































































Beautiful!