And the flower awakens
With the dim light illuminating it
The dew of the morning
Upon its petals, sliding

The hummingbird wakes up
The doubt in his mind
The sky between his eyes
He is living his death

The flower turns into the most beautiful
With her belonging beauty
She leaves whole rosaries behind
She is of major rarity

The most difficult to find
The one everyone desires, the most stunning
From every garden, the most precious
The superior, the most valuable

The hummingbird is lost, contentment escapes him
While he flies to perdition
Smiles and sense of life flee him
His life turns into a curse

This is the last flight
To then let himself fall into thorns
Until all of them perforate, and he never again rises
But then he encounters her, sprouting from the floor

The best from all of which he has witnessed
Then he decides to land, beside her
Observing her, and her gorgeous stem
Her in her perfect state

After looking at her for hours
He decides a reason exists
That after searching, he discovers a motivation
To live, to let go of dying

Devastation silenced itself
His life he found
And at the end, he did not fail
Condemnation fell

Because of the flower, he triumphed
And his hovering he continued

And he keeps doing his flight
Now without an end
Often visiting the flower
With her, he fell in love

- David Soto