In the gentle light of morning’s first breath,
Hummingbirds weave through the air with grace.
Their wings a blur, a delicate caress,
In a dance that transcends time and space.
Amidst the flowers, they find their way,
Sipping nectar, a sweet, fleeting kiss.
Each movement a symphony, a ballet,
In nature’s embrace, they find bliss.
Their tiny hearts beat with fervent fire,
A testament to life’s fragile might.
In their fleeting moments, they inspire,
A reminder of beauty in flight.
As the sun ascends, they drift away,
Leaving behind a whisper of song.
In the garden’s quiet, they will stay,
Echoes of joy that forever belong.