Sweet fragrance of blooming trees, pouring through my
window
I close my eyes and I see hummingbirds drinking from the
flowers.
I dream that, holding my awakening back with a fading
smile,
Whilst sinking in the unreal, the non-existent, the most
divine.

A Hummingbird is sick; she has broken her wings,
The flowers cry a worry from which she used to drink.
But she'll fly again reaching endless skies,
Turning the blooming trees back into Paradise.

Sunrise had laid its bright veil on the landscape,
Bringing relief to all who suffered and couldn't escape,
Drying the soggy dew up from the fields,
.Bringing life to all and exiling all fears