Bow To A Honey Bee... Poem by Aleksandra Szymanska

There's golden dust in the cosmic space
which explores the universe's expanses.
It knows ancient mysteries, the real face of time,
each speck of it so freely dances.

It's hard to believe and say it's true
that it has travelled from the distant Earth,
where it comes back free and so pure,
so full of life magically preserved.

It comes back home to flower buds
and covers them with cosmic gold,
then makes them bloom, sweeten the air,
and sing about treasures their hearts proudly hold.

The song and scent touches a hive
filled with laborious, buzzing dance.
Each bee decrypts the scented message,
finds precious nectar miraculously at once.

Good-hearted bees work very hard,
exchange the nectar between themselves,
then do their magic - produce golden balm,
as if they were fairies, life healing elves.

The truth is that pollen from cosmic space
can be digested only by bees.
Its immortality combined with resin
becomes a remedy for any disease…