The hummer showers in my garden, lolls in sprinkler’s flow
Little thing, she worries not of crises ’round the globe
She simply does what she was born into this realm to do
Adds song to waves of air the wind brings toward my window, through
She zips and soars at speeds unheard of, flirting with her beau
She builds a nest from dog hair, floss, spider silk, mallow
She fills her role, no grasp, no guile, remorse not in her sphere
Her contributions vital as any being here.
It is no secret. We should be so focused.
- Entreaty to Therapist