Let the poet in me tell the world what I see,
Won't you enter my dream, join the flow of life's stream,
Make our world more a hummingbird's garden.
Muse's beak probe your heart, so you too play a part,
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With God's help, our poems beautify the world, just as the flowers that are pollinated with the aid of God's smallest bird, notwithstanding his disappearance for months on end, yet there comes a flowering to remind us he was here.