I am in love with the bees of my garden.
I watch them dance from bloom to bloom.
Settling in to do their work.
Tirelessly they move about.
Small bees, big bees, baby bees, adult bees.
Buzzing. Buzzing. Buzzing … and then quiet.
And then the dance begins again.
The bees of my garden.
Dance for me.
To a song I long to hear.
So I open my heart to the rhythm of nature.
And I hear the song of the bees.
To the song of the bees … in my garden.