Hummingbird

The magic returns to the temporal glade

As the longing to live steps out of the shade.

 

In each heart wood, locked deep in the grain,

Beams of infinite love and a simple peace profane.

 

If the strains of heaven now grace the earth,

The light is clear as the silence turns.

 

Somethings unspeakable has happened to my restless soul

In this place on high;

The hillsides and forests that encircle the wasted plains.

 

To slowly drink the air here purifies the condition,

Humanity rejoices in nature’s joyous vision.

 

We regain our senses, beneath rare flowers and trees;

Rejoicing within the harmony of being simple and small.

 

As the flitting humming birds, riotous emeralds in flight,

Sip the nectar of the seasons in oblivious delight.

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