In the quiet of the morning’s light,
A hummingbird begins its flight,
With wings that whisper through the air,
A vibrant dance without a care.

Amidst the blossoms, soft and bright,
It flutters, painting day from night,
A fleeting glimpse of nature’s grace,
In every flower’s sweet embrace.

Its heart, a rapid beat of time,
Sings songs of nectar’s gentle rhyme,
A tiny spirit, wild and free,
Bound to the sky, the earth, the sea.

As shadows fade and sunbeams rise,
The hummingbird in silence lies,
A testament to life’s brief song,
In nature’s arms, where it belongs.