AN AI RECITAL
Our History
In fields of gold where blossoms sway, The honey bees work through the day. With gentle hum and wings that glide, They gather nectar far and wide. Each drop they store with careful grace, In hexagon cells, their secret place. For when the skies turn dark and gray, This golden treasure saves the day. Through winter's chil
In fields of gold where blossoms sway, The honey bees work through the day. With gentle hum and wings that glide, They gather nectar far and wide. Each drop they store with careful grace, In hexagon cells, their secret place. For when the skies turn dark and gray, This golden treasure saves the day. Through winter's chill and stormy night, Their honey shines like liquid light. A sweet reminder, wise and true, That saving now will see them through. 4ghi thank you for this much!