Wings fluttering quicker than the eye can see,
The little Hummingbird searching for sweet nectar
Stopped at the flower, thinking to itself
The sweetest one, this one must be
Like a helicopter, hovering above,
It's long beak piercing the target,
Sucking with its straw and drawing it near,
The sweet, sweet nectar, from the center or love
A beautiful site for all to see,
The beauty of nature,
From a little Hummingbird,
With wings fluttering, as happy as can be,
Unlike any other, as nature created,
The little Hummingbird,
Only one of a kind,
Suckling the nectar, and unabated,
Flying away, completely filled,
To once, again search,
For the next beauty of love,
To draw sweet nectar, not a dropp spilled.
B.J. Ayers
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-hummingbird-6/
