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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