The hummingbird in You and me
the hummingbird is all I see.
The nest it brings this little bird
the red flower brings
its hovering with tiny wings
and I wonder how and what it sings.
Wondering, has this tiny bird,
a voice I may have never heard.
And yes and yes,
so just to see it flutter in, brings my heart to sing.
There are times, seemingly when
the fragile body has tiny faith
so silent whispers, seem to be unheard.
Though I am here to tell
as witness of the hovering,
The nest it brings this little bird
the red flower brings
its hovering with tiny wings
and I wonder how and what it sings.
Wondering, has this tiny bird,
a voice I may have never heard.
And yes and yes,
so just to see it flutter in, brings my heart to sing.
There are times, seemingly when
the fragile body has tiny faith
so silent whispers, seem to be unheard.
Though I am here to tell
as witness of the hovering,
the gathering, the sipping hope,
the spirit lifting,
the flowers gifting,
be there some tiny fluttering,
the spirit lifting,
the flowers gifting,
be there some tiny fluttering,
where there will come
the faith to sing from within.
Little Eastern spinebill honeybirds visit this Native Mint Bush.
I took a photo, of a purchased bird photo card.
The card photo credit: Rob Chiarolli
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