In the garden’s quiet embrace,
Hummingbirds weave through the air,
Their wings a blur of vibrant grace,
A dance of colors rare and fair.

Amidst the blooms, they softly sing,
A melody of gentle flight,
With every beat, new joys they bring,
Painting the day with pure delight.

Their tiny hearts, a ceaseless drum,
Echo the whispers of the breeze,
In nature’s symphony, they come,
To charm the flowers, sway the trees.

O, guardians of the dawn’s first light,
In your fleeting presence, we find peace,
A fleeting glimpse of nature’s might,
In your dance, all worries cease.