The Iridescent Beauty of the Carpenter Bee

In gardens bathed in golden light,
A carpenter bee takes its flight,
With wings of sapphire, shimmering bright,
Iridescent beauty, a wondrous sight.

Its body carved with nature’s grace,
A velvet touch, in colors’ embrace,
Amidst the blooms, it finds its place,
A ballet in air, with elegant grace.

From petal to petal, it gently weaves,
A tapestry of life, as the day conceives,
In pollen’s bounty, it joyfully receives,
Nature’s secret dance, the bee achieves.

Oh, carpenter bee, in the sun’s warm glow,
Your iridescence makes the garden’s show,
In your flight, a symphony, aglow,
A treasure of nature, we’re blessed to know.

Busy Buzzy Bees

Among the blossoms, a buzzing choir,
Bees flutter and hum, their wings afire.
In golden sunlight, they dance and sway,
Creating a masterpiece, day by day.

With gentle touch, they kiss each bloom,
Gathering pollen, banishing gloom.
A symphony of life, a vibrant blend,
Nature’s harmonious gift, they send.

They toil tirelessly, from dawn till dusk,
Sipping sweet nectar, an ambrosial musk.
Pollinating flowers, a sacred pact,
Life’s tapestry woven, intact.

In their intricate flight, a sacred art,
Guided by instinct, playing their part.
Tiny miracles, with grace they bestow,
Breathing life into gardens that grow.

So let us cherish these creatures small,
Their delicate wings, a wonder for all.
For in their humble labour, we see,
The magic of nature’s symphony.

It’s Mosquito Season!

In sultry Spain, where sunbeams dance,
A season stirs, a dreaded trance.
Mosquitoes rise with wings unfurled,
Harbingers of a buzzing world.

Beneath the moon’s enchanting glow,
They gather, plotting down below.
In stealth, they seek their nourishment,
An itch-inducing punishment.

With stealthy grace, they strike their prey,
Unseen invaders of the day.
Their needle-like proboscis, sly,
Sucks blood, leaving an itch to defy.

Oh, tiny vampires, nature’s prank,
You haunt the nights, our peace you yank.
But let us not be filled with despair,
For insect repellent we will bear.

With citronella’s fragrant breeze,
We’ll thwart the onslaught with such ease.
No more shall you torment and sting,
Our skin, once marred, can heal and sing.

So, let us guard and persevere,
Amidst the buzzing atmosphere.
Mosquitoes may strive to steal our cheer,
But with caution, their reign, we’ll clear.