The Honeyed Quest in haiku

 
Whispers on the breeze
a meadow’s heart starts fading,
nectar crown grows dim.

Golden fields tremble,
petals bow to coming drought,
bees hum tales of fear.

Small Melis takes flight,
a spark against looming dusk,
her heart pure as light.

Through the grand forest’s shade,
ants hoard crystals sharp as glass
she gifts royal gold.

Sap glows soft and sweet,
they share a feast, unity
woven in their dance.

The lilies’ mirror,
rippling fears in darkened waves
“Small, yet I am strong.”

Waters part their veil,
moonlit paths reveal the way,
valley whispers call.

The Everflower
glows like stars on velvet skies,
a sun kissed with dew.

Obsidian shards
the hornet’s wings bar her path,
eyes sharp as twilight.

"Bravery speaks loud,"
the warden hums, stepping back,
"take the sacred bloom."

Nectar drop in wing,
Melis rides dawn's quiet hum,
meadows long for life.

The crown drinks her gift
light spills, gilding petals bright,
kingdom breathes again.

Hives sing Melis' name,
small bee who moved the heavens,
a hero takes flight.