Thrift.

The constant activity, dawn to dusk;

Flitting from one flower to another,

In quest of nectar and a mate,

The thrilling flirt, so fragile, I am aprehensive ,its alluring wings ,

Would turn powdery at my cautious touch!

The delicate darlings ,only a treat and a threat to none,

Has to eat ,find a mate and procreate,

All within a span of seven days!

Creators thriftiness at its best.