Surreal

Fall has marked its advent!

Hopefully,

The hummingbirds have,

Preened the feathers.

And are set to soar,

High, up in the sky.

A flight of freedom!

A perch of delight!

All emblematic of,

The weaponry.

Beauty and Exemption,

Vigor and energy!

Or, a depletion less trajectory!

Take me along,

Not to the winter-blooming gardens!

Rather, further down, further away,

Crossing the Nevada, take me,

Up till the strange pathway!

Straight down the winding,

Valley of Mexico.

Into the long lost kingdom,

Of Aztecs!

I will be reborn!

As a warrior, of the sun-god!

My wings in gold and crimson

Bringing back the civilization.

I will forge ahead.

On the bosom,

Of this new land!

Rising from the ruins,

Of everything lost and forgotten.

Of everything beautiful once

I will be born-again!

In the summers of Nevada,

To the glory of hummingbirds!

Like a hummingbird!