...May flower
Timid little humming bird
flapping it's wings
unsure to where to go
Kicked out of its nest at a young age
afraid to see what lurks ahead
Birdy challenged by the rain
till comes the dry
It stares at its puddle reflection filled with blue die
Little humming bird expresses goodbye
to the sun, the trees, the garden
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