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.

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