The Dance Of The Humming-Bird Poem by Gianfranco Aurilio

It flies forwards
and backwards
hovering in the breeze
it embroiders the most beautiful
patterns in the air
and is a sublime master
in the art of flying.
"I love the way you fly",
the flower said to the humming-bird,
as it offered it some nectar.
"Who is your Muse
and by which bird
are you inspired
when you fly? "
"I have no Muses nor heroes",
the humming-bird replied
as it kissed the flower.
"The sky is free
when it paints
as is the wind when it sculpts
and the storm when it sings
and mankind
when it dreams."