This day to sit and gaze at the waning summer days.
Of a season cautioned by masks and six foot deep pain.
The isolation of quarantines, rioting and politics,
And yet the hummingbird still flitters about.
The air is filled with the noise of human discord.
Our existence, our righteousness is on display,
For all of nature to watch and wonder.
And the hummingbird still flitters about.
When autumn change appears at a sunrise,
Will the change bring our own in some way.
Or will the ensuing cold only bluish our hearts,
While the hummingbird still flitters about.
As it goes, we will find a way to have a life,
To be a short lived member of this great world.
And when the beating is gone from us,
We will flitter about as the hummingbird.
— Stay inspired my friends.
