Song of the Hummingbird


The rain has delayed
and the day anticipates
the sun's first rays.

As morning breaks through
she is already there
at a rose petal's edge.

A simple life of
gathering nectar, yet
portrayed in such hurry.

Though merely a
result of her flight
her song she plays proudly.

When you see her, tread quietly
so you can hear the
song of the hummingbird.

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