The Hummingbird
Are you that little hummingbird? The one with the hazel colored plumage and the energy of youth. Wouldn’t it be nice to know that when you shuffled off your mortal coil, your story was not yet done. Reincarnation, yes, surely that’s right, right? If not for you, then for me. So that when I find myself on a dusty path on a beautiful blue sky day , and up ahead I spot the captivating dance of a hummingbird sipping from the red and purple wildflowers, darting to and fro and in and out of the foliage around me, but never straying too far; can I assume that it’s you? Always moving forward, often times guiding, sometimes forging her own path. Yes that seems like you. Although the vessel that carries you has transformed, I have to believe I would still sense your soul.
