Who are these dynamic little birds we love,
the ones that dart here and there?
They buzz. They zoom with wings so fast
and then suspend in mid-air.
Colorful creatures, so tiny and free
are exquisite with colors aflame.
They seem to pause and defy gravity
darting in and out like a game.
They capture the mysteries within a flower
then leave without a word.
Be quick with your eyes if you wish to see
the elusive humming bird.
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