The hummingbird was not made for power, nor for battle.
She was made for beauty — not the kind you boast, but the kind you notice when you're quiet.
She dances between blossoms, drinking from the heart of flowers.
She is so small, you might miss her — unless you're paying attention.
And that is her gift:
She reminds you to pay attention.
The elders say:
“Hummingbird carries the voice of the ancestors — soft, but always present.”
She appears when the heart is tired, when the soul forgets the taste of sweetness.
And in a single moment — a flash of green, a whisper of wings —
She brings you back to the present.
Not to change the world.
But to remind you it’s still beautiful.
