By Julie

On a bright, cheerful day
Skipping round, giddy with joy and spring
And warm weather
Caressing us with a warm, gentle breeze
The sky is bluer than blue could be
The grass is bright and greener than green
The flowers have sprung from the ground
In a frenzy of bright, colorful petals
Some of which
Flap their wings
And carry on to another back yard
As butterflies and bees.
Suddenly, all is quiet,
A hush comes over the garden,
Our world seems to freeze.
A jewel, a bright jewel of green and blue and red
Rises, over the fence
Hovering in a regal way,
Its long, thin beak turned up.
Humming bird, queen of the garden,
Lands in a sea of flowers
Which bob up and down for her amusement
Takes off again, properly buzzing
The Queen takes a sip
From her royal feeder
Slurping nectar so daintily
So fragile
I can see why this tiny jewel-bright creature
Is a Queen.
The bird, in all her splendor,
Drinks to her pleasure,
Thanks the flowers politely,
Picks her royal self up
And flies away with her royal Queen posture.
I rest back on the grass,
In wonder
Of what I have witnessed:
The Queen of Mother Nature
At teatime!