Buzzing Abode Poem

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In a meadow glade, 'midst flowers bright,
Stands a hive of bees, a wondrous sight,
A bustling home, a buzzing throng,
A symphony of life, a nature's song.
Worker bees with wings so fleet,
Collecting nectar, so sweet and neat,
Building combs of hexagonal cells,
Creating honey, nature's sweetest spells.
The queen, majestic, regal, grand,
With subjects loyal at her command,
Laying eggs, the next generation,
Ensuring the hive's vibrant continuation.
Guard bees vigilant and bold,
Protecting their hive from invaders, untold,
With stingers ready, they stand their ground,
Defending their home, a fortress profound.
The drone bees, few in number, yet vital,
Seeking queens in a dance so primal,
Their mission clear, to mate and sire,
A bee's purpose, a nature's desire.
Oh, the bee hive, a marvel to behold,
A bustling city, a world untold,
A hive of industry, a treasure trove,
Nature's masterpiece, a labor of love.