In the soft glow of morning light, where dreams linger and the veil between worlds grows thin, the hummingbird appears — delicate, radiant, yet fierce in its quiet way.
They say these tiny messengers carry the songs of those we’ve loved, the forgotten wishes woven into the fabric of time. Their wings beat faster than the eye can follow, like fleeting memories, like hopes too fragile to speak aloud — yet they endure, vibrant and alive.
The dreamcatcher sways gently in the breeze, its feathers holding stories, its woven web cradling forgotten prayers. But it is the hummingbird that brings those dreams to life — sipping from flowers that bloom in impossible places, reminding us that beauty can grow from even the hardest ground.
In every flicker of their wings, in every shimmer of their feathers, they whisper:
Be light, even when the world feels heavy.
Be color, even when shadows fall.
Be love, even when your heart is tired.
For the hummingbird knows — life is fleeting, but joy is eternal.
And every time they pass by, we are reminded:
Dreams never truly disappear.
They just learn to fly.
