The Hummingbirds Dance In a little island, as the sun shone equally, the grass grew just as green, the flowers smelt just as sweet a bright humming-bird buzzed in all her loneliness. It was early still, the wind had not gathered enough to disturb the peace and was soothing and as our tiny magnificent miracle fluttered with all her might, the people still lay awakening slowly from their dreamy state . She had flown from long and now lived in a small nest on the side of an abandoned building with trees growing through the walls that were damaged not only with bullet holes, but were so away from sight, had their choked in their own misery. Barbed wire stretched all across the beautiful city, not a soul stepped foot on its sandy beaches, only a few curious eyes peered through from both sides every now and again seeking her beauty. As the hummingbird flew through the barbed wire she saw the same thing on both sides; hope. The little boys and girls looked at each other the same way - only through a barrier in which our little bird could, of course, flew freely over. She did not understand why they looked at one another so sorrowfully, and why they could not just embrace and become one again. She was not alone in wondering why they did not unite. Many of the islanders wish they could come together and live in the same sweet harmony they used to. The melody was whole, loving and together and anyone who heard it would smile and appreciate its beauty. Now its a wordless song. The tune is broken, divided and it saddens her eyes.