The Humming bird,
That minuscule feathered thing,
The size of a flower,
With beauty that towers,
Wings tiny that sing.
It's made up of colors,
Was born to be free
In perpetual motion,
A joy, just to see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You capture the spirit and beauty of those tiny birds..lovely a ten..