In meadows wide and gardens fair,

A sense of wonder fills the air,

As bumblebees in nature’s grace,

Dance through wildflower fields, embrace.

With bodies plump and wings that hum,

They sip from cups of colors, some

With a gentle touch, they pollinate,

The flowers bloom, it’s not too late.

The sense of wildness, it whispers low,

In every petal’s vibrant glow,

For in these blooms, a world untamed,

A tapestry of life unchained.

Bumblebees, the golden thread,

Weave through this tapestry widespread,

Their furry bodies carry life,

Amidst the bloom, the joy is rife.

They visit foxgloves, clover, and thyme,

A rhythmic dance in perfect time,

Their flight a dance, their hum a song,

In nature’s rhythm, they belong.

A sense of wonder, wide and deep,

Within their world, our secrets are kept.

They toil and buzz, a tireless crew,

A world unseen, but known to few.

The sense of wild, it calls us near,

In bumblebees, we find it clear,

For in their work, a truth revealed,

The earth’s great web, by them concealed.

In gardens, they’re our allies strong,

In nature’s dance, they all belong,

Without them, blooms would slowly fade.

In gratitude, let’s plant the shade.

For as they sip and buzz and roam,

Our food and flowers find a home.

In ecosystems, they are key,

In their small hearts, the world’s decree.

Their benefits, vast and grand,

In every field, in every land,

The tapestry of life they mend,

A vital role, a precious friend.

So let us cherish bumblebees,

In fields and gardens, by the trees,

For in their flight, we find the wild,

A sense of wonder, undefined.