Oh hummingbird
Your wings fast-whirred
You will barely
Alight, but squarely
Upon the base of
The upturned face of
An open bloom
You flit and zoom
With blade-like wings
You’re hovering
You defy gravity
With an air of brevity
Alive, yet a myth
Your being a gift
A tale old as time
Now shared in this rhyme
A land once bereft
With nothing good left
Small hands as end neared
Fashioned small bird
Tossed wood into air
Soon appeared there
A hummingbird true
That to the Gods flew
Begged them for rain
So the crops grew again
A beautiful story
That shows in its glory
The smallest of creatures
What lessons it teaches
No matter the scope
Of our troubles, there’s hope…
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