The Lonely Hummingbird
Somewhere beyond a wooded forest near an ever so beautiful sparking off the sun above air. Fell a waterfall "Between" a flower garden of many colors. Held together by the natures within. Mysteriously given certain flowers the sweetest of oils. These scents traveled for miles attracting whom ever attempted to locate where the smell comes to lay, but never ever could. The flowers only revealed themselves to the magical little humming bird. Who happened to live behind the waterfall? He was exquisite marking the colors of a beautiful warm night. As the clouds slowly sails across the moon. Even though the flowers could not speak aloud. They could telepathically communicate to the humming bird. They were his only friends. Even though the hummingbird loved his flower friends dearly. He long for a special friend like himself. Hummingbirds like him were all over this forest, but no one wanted anything to do with him. Figures he thought to himself. What’s wrong with me he said? Is it because my color is so dull to them? The many colors of blues, emerald greens, sparkling pinks, oranges, and yellows… The many colors of a rainbow emerges every morning, I do not add to the colors of the forest, I do not have to fly all the time. Nor do, I have to perch for days upon days. No other birds seem to come out at the sight of night. Fear must be the matter, but I just never been. The night blankets me completely out of sight; I owe it to her to grace her with my presence… It’s only right for me to grace her with the presence, I feel she gave me the image to appear before those who witness that id’s me, I been there, I looked for the love that wasn’t truly there in this uncomfortable place, I called my home. Life for me has scarred my heart from being a faithful song bird, I just can’t believe in the unbelievable. Even though my coal eyes open every morning I’m lost to what does that say to me. If my heart steady melts burning inside like wax close to a candle tip. What is beauty to an emptied soul in a dark place? Trying to figure a light that never really was what it said to be. How can my heart ever be the same… ever be the same… ever be the same… ever be the same… ever be the same…
Somewhere beyond a wooded forest near an ever so beautiful sparking off the sun above air. Fell a waterfall "Between" a flower garden of many colors. Held together by the natures within. Mysteriously given certain flowers the sweetest of oils. These scents traveled for miles attracting whom ever attempted to locate where the smell comes to lay, but never ever could. The flowers only revealed themselves to the magical little humming bird. Who happened to live behind the waterfall? He was exquisite marking the colors of a beautiful warm night. As the clouds slowly sails across the moon. Even though the flowers could not speak aloud. They could telepathically communicate to the humming bird. They were his only friends. Even though the hummingbird loved his flower friends dearly. He long for a special friend like himself. Hummingbirds like him were all over this forest, but no one wanted anything to do with him. Figures he thought to himself. What’s wrong with me he said? Is it because my color is so dull to them? The many colors of blues, emerald greens, sparkling pinks, oranges, and yellows… The many colors of a rainbow emerges every morning, I do not add to the colors of the forest, I do not have to fly all the time. Nor do, I have to perch for days upon days. No other birds seem to come out at the sight of night. Fear must be the matter, but I just never been. The night blankets me completely out of sight; I owe it to her to grace her with my presence… It’s only right for me to grace her with the presence, I feel she gave me the image to appear before those who witness that id’s me, I been there, I looked for the love that wasn’t truly there in this uncomfortable place, I called my home. Life for me has scarred my heart from being a faithful song bird, I just can’t believe in the unbelievable. Even though my coal eyes open every morning I’m lost to what does that say to me. If my heart steady melts burning inside like wax close to a candle tip. What is beauty to an emptied soul in a dark place? Trying to figure a light that never really was what it said to be. How can my heart ever be the same… ever be the same… ever be the same… ever be the same… ever be the same…
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