The Humble Hummingbird Flying

Drinking sweetest nectar, a tiny emerald blur, The Humble Hummingbird, a fuzzy, buzzy fur! Flower to flower quickly, a rainbow in the air, Across the sunny garden, without a single care.

Hummingbird, so little, with wings a whirring fan, Nectar, oh so yummy, the very best he can Find inside the blossoms, of red and gold so bright, Flowers nodding gently, a truly lovely sight.

He zooms past the tulips, a polite, little guest, "Excuse me," he hums softly, putting manners to the test. He sips from the bluebells, a dainty, buzzing sound, Flying around politely, all over fertile ground.

The roses blush a deeper red, as he tickles them with grace, The lilies offer all they have, with smiles upon their face. He helps the busy honeybee, with pollen on her legs, Sharing all the floral wealth, like golden, sugary dregs.

Then, as the sun dips low and paints the sky with hues, The Humble Hummingbird rests, among the morning dews. He knows he’s played his tiny part, a helper, brave and small, In sweet nature harmony, embracing one and all.