In a tiny bottle, golden and sweet,
Lies a treasure, a small honey treat.
Thirty grams, a golden glow,
From Israel’s bees that buzz and flow.

Their tiny wings hum and dance,
From flower to flower, they take a chance.
Each drop of nectar, a Neshika of love,
Crafted with care from skies above.

Oh, how precious, this tiny jar,
A testament to how pampered they are.
     Cherish the sweetness, understand,
                                                     The profound work of each bee’s hand.