She was a hummingbird
Life is hard but beautiful with others
She was a hummingbird - bright, busy and beautiful
Flying here and there, making flowers
Bang! She crashed to the ground.
“Oh no”, yelled a boy, honey eyes tearing up
“Wait! It’s just her wing”,
“she’ll survive” he thinks.
But she cannot fly,
she feels cold,
The world looks grey.
Day by day he looks after her,
Time passes, the world seems brighter
One day she smells flowers.
One day she lifts her tiny wing
It flutters,
And she’s gone,
Back into the world of colours.
Time passes some more,
She is bright, busy and beautiful making flowers.
She feels faint,
the world is blurry,
She slowly floats to the ground.
“Oh no” says a little girl, honey eyes tearing up,
“It’s ok” says her father
She had a good life
You see, she was a hummingbird.
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natalia kamusinski
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