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.