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Buzzing busy, in the summer breeze,
Working tirelessly, the honey bees.
With wings that hum, and stripes of gold,
They gather nectar, a story untold.
In fields of flowers, they make their way,
Collecting pollen, throughout the day.
They dance and buzz, in perfect choreography,
A symphony of nature's sweetest alchemy.
From blossom to blossom, they gracefully glide,
Spreading pollen, far and wide.
They work as one, a united force,
In harmony, they stay the course.
Back in the hive, they toil away,
Building combs, where honey will stay.
They store their treasure, in golden cells,
A gift of nature's sweetest spells.
For honey bees, their work is clear,
To pollinate, and bring us cheer.
They play a role, so crucial and grand,
In nature's cycle, across the land.