Hustle was a hummingbird
Near small as a bumble bee
Named for the game she played so well,
Climbing the figurative tree

Eyes on the prize of more nectar
Aloft for twenty-more hours a day
Zipping from flora to fauna 
Heart beating a rapid foray

No time to smell the roses
No time for play or rest
Hustle hummed through the air with focused care
Determined to be the best

One day her heart stopped its battle
An attack of the gravest of sorts
As she dropped through the sky her soul opened wide
Peace caught her with such gentle force

A rush of euphoric awareness 
revealed more than her eyes could see
She was part of everything
and everything was she

For the first time in her life, Hustle saw another way to be…

Hustle by name but not nature
She thanked each flower for its gifts with awe
Taking only what nectar she needed
Sharing with others who needed it more

Making time for torpor and stillness
Feeling the expanse that lived in her heart
Hustle by name but not nature 
Often alone, but never apart.

Thanks for joining me this Sunday rhyme time. This is the first nature poem I’ve written for months, I was beginning to wonder if they’d left me, but it turns out all they needed was a little intention.