The Hummingbird

I opened my eyes
 and there she was,
  the hummingbird.
Strange, how fragile she seems
yet so powerful in flight.
I gaze, amazed, as she hovers
while searching for a flower.
Selectively
 carefully
  she searches.
Her wings blur with the wind,
the feathers are lustrous rainbows,
iridescent metal, but soft.
She is a poem composed by God
 to please our eyes,
  enhance our joy,
   and enrich our lives.
What a beautiful bird!
I smile and close my eyes;
no creature compares to her,
 the hummingbird.