Anonymous, Marlborough High School - Los Angeles
The tiny hummingbird always returns to the same place.
From the top of the tree in my backyard,
The vast horizon counters his fragile body,
And he sees only the bright and beautiful
He doesn't know of the troubles in the world,
To death, disease, and hunger he is ignorant.
He exists only for the quiet and serenity the
Blooming day brings.
At night, the world is dark.
He sees not the beauty of the horizon,
Nor the very height of his wonderful world.
He is fretful and afraid,
But never leaves his rightful position
For at the dawn of day,
He has almost given up,
But then he sees a bright and looming red and pink
Streams of gold sparkle the sky.
For a moment, all is quiet, all is well.
He is swelled with a sense of peace.
He sees me come out to witness the miracle of the new day with him,
And the peace is suspended in the air all the longer.
Many say animals feel not comfort
But when I see the hummingbird, shining in the morning's glow,
I realize that peace is easily attained.
He has a duty and a purpose, and experiences the
Adventures of the world every day.
But I know in my heart he will always return to the top of my tree,
For the peace that that one moment brings.