A visitor of red flowers

It almost never settles down and enjoys the red flower nectar that he visits.

It's always flapping its wings and flying around.

Only sometimes it seems to stop the flapping of wings. Just for a few seconds.

At first I thought, it was because I was close to it.

But when I got away, it was still doing the same thing, always flapping its wings, and flying around red flowers, from one to the other.

In the silent surroundings, and when this very quiet creature was engrossed flying and busy with its red flowers, I seemed to be sucked into the vortex of nature, blending with it, and being one of the trees.

If the sun did not sting my skin with its extraordinary heat and woke me up, I think, I really have become a tree. But I am grateful, in the short time that I was dissolved in the natural vortex, I think, I already felt the heartbeat of the nature, and then, to love it.