EMMA

The rain has stopped,
And daylight delays.
The night is calm;
And anticipates its rays.

As morning breaks through,
Like a deer thru the hedge;
She is already found
At a rose petal's edge.

Such a simple life,
Portrayed in such hurry.
Though its all in a day's work;
There is no time for her to worry.

Gathering nectar for food,
Her song she plays loud.
Though merely a result of her flight,
Her song she plays proud!

So the next time you see her,
Don't say a single word.
For you will have just missed
The song of the Humming Bird.