In the gentle hum of morning light,
Where vibrant whispers softly sing,
A tiny dancer takes her flight,
Upon the breeze, on fragile wing.

Amid the blooms, a fleeting grace,
Her feathers gleam in sunlit hue,
A flash of emerald, a fleeting trace,
In gardens kissed by morning dew.

Through tangled vines and petals bright,
She darts with purpose, deft and free,
A living jewel, a wondrous sight,
Her song a soothing melody.

In the whirr of tiny wings, she stays,
A testament to fleeting bliss,
A symphony of summer days,
In her we find a gentle kiss.