Hummingbird

How many times will the world come alive? Will flowers open to the sky? Hovering points of an angular path as drops of Rain fall on the grass. Hummingbird. You get away where the shadows bend to feel The sunshine seeping in. Wondering how you surrender your eyes and watch the Swirling waves of light. Hummingbird. Hummingbird. Yeah. As Sure as the boulder corrodes into sand, Everything comes to an end. Hurtling forth in a cyclical way like only time Can suffocate. Hummingbird. Hummingbird.