The old fisherman and the hummingbird
Lazy I lingered on the porch of my terrace
a hummingbird was softly picking on a daisy
this reminded of the time when I lived at the coast
I use to watch seagulls as they dived into the sea
that ancient symbol of the strife to survive
But as I turned my eyes away from the sand
the hummingbird started to sing a melody
my soul surrendered to harmony
gone that old vision of agony
When I returned to the comfort of my lazy couch
in my head the hummingbird’s song went on and on
took me back to times of innocences so clear and so pure
it finally won from that old cynic I’d become.
That was the day, I heard a hummingbird sing.
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