Wings fluttering so fast in sight,
Yet hovering in one place, a color so bright.
Small as they are yet fast they disappear,
Where do they go when darkness is in the air.
Searching for nectar in flowers of a tubular shape,
From here to there, they move swiftly to anyplace.
Mysterious they appear, like no other type of bird,
When they pass you by, slightly they are heard.