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 a rose petal's edge.Such a simple life, portrayed in such hurry. Though it’s 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!