Humming Bird

I can see humming bird flying, 

Passing through my window side, 

I can see his long wings, 

While flying in bright sunlight. 

I can hear sweet humming sound, 

While he lands on the ground, 

I can see his plums so slender, 

It feels like a wonder. 

Observing a bird is professed, 

In the work of building his nest, 

After returning he was tired, 

He went to his nest for rest, 

After assuring his safe return, 

I went to the bird for a sleep upturn.