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In my garden there is a flower

   I know not its name

Delicate petals in pink and white

   no two are quite the same

In the morning when the sun shines down

   and I sip upon my breakfast brew

Its leaves are strong and vibrant

   glistening with drops of dew



And this very morning as I did partake

   of the ritual which I do upon my wake

I saw that which caused a smile

   in both my heart and face

A hummingbird was feeding there

   boldly invading my morning place



From flower to flower he did fly

And silently I did watch and by and by

It found a taste which he did abide

   at the flower which grew at my side

I did not move I was afraid

   of scaring him away

So I merely stood and watched it eat

   and without any fear he stayed



He quickly ate his fill and looking around

   over the wall he flew

It stayed only for the briefest of moments

   as hummingbirds are apt to do

I stayed and marveled at what I saw

   something so simple and so small

It made me realize with all I knew

   I really know nothing at all



It carried me throughout an arduous day

    my hungry little garden friend

I hope he returns again tomorrow

   so this feeling never ends.