With ruby red on his throat the emerald hummingbird descended
In air before pure, sunny purple-kissed, blooms
Above their earthern bed.
Standing outside then in clear view I needed to suddenly decide
From a wide open closeby spot how to stay and secretively hide.
All of my quiet, majestic flowers are sweet, starry lullabies
Where this bright, jeweled bird visited under joyful heaven blue skies.
While hovering alone as the magnificent blossoms' tiny guest
Its colors like boughs of holly, were a citadel of happiness.
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I would like to translate this poem
I like your poem about the ruby-throated hummingbird it realy helpes me