Nature lover?

Irene sat underneath an oak tree.
A light breeze let her hair blow free.

Having thought that she heard a noise,
she looks around to chide her boys.

Although no one did she see,
she bent at her knee.

Thinking of a certain pose,
slowly, but nimbly, she rose.

Excited by her ability to get it right,
when she looked down, she jumped back in fright.

Yellow daffodils on the field cover a bee,
too covered in pollen that now it could not flee.

On seeing this sight,
she knew it was a victory in this fight.

Unbelievably happy be this twist of fate,
she raises her foot, then brings down her weight.