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Hummingbird

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KatanaOngaku

Published: Jul 29, 2014

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O beautiful hummingbird
with feathers crafted of dark emerald
Do you know who I am little hummingbird?
Do see me watching you?
As you flit about your life
Perching nearby
for just one moment
then gone the next.
What's the point of your existence lovely hummingbird?
What's your purpose?
Is it really just to survive?
Or is it like mine?
Yes I think it is, tiny hummingbird
You and me are quite alike
We were masterfully handmade pretty hummingbird
To bring joy to our Creator who loves us
Did you know that, sweet hummingbird?
Perhaps you know it even better than I do
Long gone you are beautiful hummingbird
Goodbye.

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Wrote this thirty minutes ago when i saw a hummingbird on the bush next to our screened patio while eating lunch
yeah thats.....pretty much all I've got to say I LOVE YOU ALL

the image is a painting done by Carol May