Nectar.

From far came flying the bee,
with great happiness of spotting its nourishment,
Steadying down in the flight,
it sat upon the bloom,
started twitching its legs and hands,
ready to drink the flower's nectar,
And then all ready it started its drink,
roaming all over the circumference of the floor,
it took its bit,
and then full for the day,
ready to take another flight,
it flew for its way,
leaving the flower behind,
expecting the black and yellow body to come and tickle again..

-peace.creations