In the pink garden of splendid spring,
A regal flower lies in beauty and grace.
And a magical little bee, light and agile,
Suddenly comes alive there with her enchanting dreams.

She dances on the petals like a star,
Finding magical paths to the flower’s heart.
She flies and whirls, her wingbeat
Woven from wonders, dreams, and meaning.

In her lies the power of magic and love,
Capable of illuminating the whole world.
A tiny bee, yet so rich in heart,
In her magic, she captivates the world with a moment’s glance.

The pink flower and the magical bee,
A fairytale image that visits us in dreams.
They live in the garden of eternal spring beauty,
Woven with charms, they soar high together with the night.