The humming bird flew,
A mist of rainbow hue,
Hung like a jewel in mid air motionless,
Mesmerized at the beauty below,
speechless,
At a tiny flutter queen,
Dressed in wings of blue green,
Perched on a pink flower,
Drinking its nectar.
Down the bird flew on to the branch,
Where the lady was,its thirst to quench.
"Oh!Dainty ballerina , let me take your hand,
Will you be my friend."
"How can I, when you scorned me a crawling dolt,
A caterpillar about to molt."
"Dear,forgive my rudeness,
Let me show you my goodness,
Here,dip in that flower,
It has the best nectar."
"Little bird,friends we will be indeed,
A piece of advice you must heed,
Never insult the humble,
In time they may be better and able."