In the quiet morn where shadows play,
A hummingbird whispers on the breeze,
Wings like whispers in the dawn of day,
Dancing with grace amidst the trees.

Jewels of nature, vibrant and bright,
Flitting through blooms with joyous haste,
A fleeting glimpse of pure delight,
In the garden’s warm embrace.

With each delicate, gentle beat,
They weave a song of life anew,
In a world that feels complete,
Under skies of endless blue.

A tiny heart so full of dreams,
In every flutter, a story told,
Through sunlit paths and silver streams,
The hummingbird’s magic unfolds.