In the heart of dawn they flit and glide,
Tiny jewels in the morning light,
Their wings a blur, a whispered song,
A dance of life, so pure, so bright.

Among the blooms they find their feast,
With every sip, a tale unfolds,
Of distant lands and flowers kissed,
By creatures small, yet spirits bold.

They weave through air with grace and ease,
A testament to nature’s art,
In every beat, a melody,
That speaks to both the mind and heart.

Oh, hummingbirds, in you we see,
The fragile strength of fleeting time,
A fleeting glimpse of eternity,
In your ephemeral, sublime climb.