Humming bird, humming bird
Flying drowning in a morning
Waving the wings and singing
Spread the seed and feel weird
Why are the flowers stop blooming?
And the river loves to sit down
Did the stone make them fall down?
The bird keep asking, when the storm is begining…
Rain and thunder are making love
Birth the lighting bolts as the children
The flood comes quickly with the garbage
Poor humming bird needs to drink
Some honey from the blue pink
But the flowers ready to sink