In the morning light, they flutter by,
Tiny dancers of the sky,
With wings that hum a gentle tune,
Underneath the sun and moon.

They sip the nectar, oh so sweet,
In gardens where the flowers meet,
Each movement swift, a blur of hue,
Emerald, ruby, sapphire too.

Guardians of the blooming field,
Their presence makes the heart yield,
To the beauty of their fleeting stay,
Before they swiftly fly away.

Hummingbirds, the gentle breeze,
Whisper secrets through the trees,
In their dance, we find our peace,
Nature’s song that never cease.