Wondering Innocence
You are an innocent, rare hummingbird;Constantly fluttering delicate wings-Not flying, but floating softly unheard,Taking what you please from what nature brings.
Being unaware of the surroundings-You are naive and merely mytical.Beaking attempted captures- astounding.Your existance is mother's miracle.
The never-ending sunlight you engulf-Your sanctuary lurks not in knowledge-And the instincts that drive a petite pulse,Are saintly diffcult to acknowledge.
Mind and soul are genuine perfection-Wandering a world without protection.
Being unaware of the surroundings-You are naive and merely mytical.Beaking attempted captures- astounding.Your existance is mother's miracle.
The never-ending sunlight you engulf-Your sanctuary lurks not in knowledge-And the instincts that drive a petite pulse,Are saintly diffcult to acknowledge.
Mind and soul are genuine perfection-Wandering a world without protection.
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