The sunlight speaks. And it's voice is a bird: It glitters half-guessed half seen half-heard Above the flower bed. Over the lawn ... A flashing dip and it is gone. And all it lends to the eye is this -- A sunbeam giving the air a kiss.
I love those little birds. We have them here, but rarely do I see them. I have put hummingbird feeders out and was right keen about changing the nectar, but they don't come.
