Looking back many children had wished they had a fighting mother, for them.
One hear of so many fiery little things that will confront ten time their powers to protect.
Oh may, if some of us had one of them fiery little things...our life could had been so different...

From flower to flower it was flying
a multicolored little hummingbird
in a beautiful but secret garden
bees domains where they labored.

It flew like it was a the child of the wind,
its wings didn’t move, just whispered
with the voice of many silent feathers
where dreams seems to be sheltered.

From tree to tree unrelenting searching
the snake towards the small nest slithered,
with the movement of a cruel stalker
silently in the sight of the prey was tethered.

This time wasn’t she around an apple tree
under which a man and a woman sheltered,
just little new born and feeble chickens that
calling for they mother trembling whimpered.

It wasn’t a good match maybe you will say,
a powerful snake against feathers that fluttered
how could she so little her young defend?
that’s what the viper for sure didn’t figured.

Even little ones can by despair moved to feel
they are without an escape and outmaneuvered,
and will fight a final battle with all they have
for even the most measly thing they treasured.

Where the snake was slow and powerful
it was fly dexterity in our hummingbird,
that with lightning movements right and left
her long beak the eyes of the snake shattered.

A small creature once again defeated Goliath
that didn’t want to be among the captured,
because there are nobody that’s more strong
than a weak one fighting to death undeterred.