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WHAT SPRINGTIME WHISPERED, WHAT THE HUMMINGBIRD HUMMED

Posted by: a-greentree | February 20, 2008 |

Only a few more days and spring will announce its presence.  Dormant bulbs of tulips, hyacinths, and daffodils will shoot their leafy blades out of the once frozen garden.  Robins will appear, proudly sticking their red, downy breasts out.  Buds and leaves will begin filling the naked limbs of cherry blossom trees and the soft sunlight from the long awaited season will filter through our homes’ thick window panes.

Animals, plants and humans rejoice.  Perennials are pruned and annuals are planted, giving beauty to our yard when summertime comes.

Spring gives us soft drizzles and light breezes, strumming in wonderful tunes all windchimes hung in balconies and porches.  Spring is the season of rebirth.  That is what we know of it. 

After weeks of somber clouds and rain here at home, we welcome the blessing of a perfect weather - the temperature is mild, the sun is out and not a single cloud hang above us.  It was all enough to put my neighbors and I in high spirits.

Yet, an odd thing happened outside our balcony today.  Swinging and clanging along our flower windchime was a tiny hummingbird, a Hummingbird mere clump hanging upside down.  Hummingbirds are known for their brisk speed.  Blink an eye and it is gone.  But this one didn’t move at all.  Its slender claws gripped the rusty petal edges of the metal windchime.

“Nick, is it sleeping or is it dead?”  I asked my husband.  (To me it looked like it was just napping).  He too wondered, knocking on the sliding door, hoping it would wake up and take flight.  Still, no movement.

Coming to the thought that something is wrong, I grabbed two plastic grocery bags and headed out the sliding door.  With one of the bags, I slowly took hold of the bird, sliding it off the windchime, confirming what I most dreaded.  It is dead.

How ironic, I told myself, that the season of rebirth is almost here and I pluck a once living creature, putting it in its place of peace.  It is very humbling what I was asked to witness - life’s fragility.  Moments such as this one help remind me to always seize the day and breathe.

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Responses -

Weng, this seems like a literary masterpiece to me, I like your post so much. Even though it is sad that you witnessed life’s fragility thorugh the hummingbird’s death. You’re right about seizing the day, as we do not know what tomorrow will bring. Am glad you are enjoying your share of sunny day there. Wish you well.

A masterpiece. Life indeed is a mystery. And we don’t have the power to really understand it and what it will bring us. Have a nice one.

another outstanding piece that tugged at my heartstrings from the first sentence to the very last … thank you, wen, for sharing with us your thoughts on spring and for allowing us the chance to grieve the hummingbird’s death along with you, and also to learn the lesson that you so wisely pointed out: that life is fragile .. touch and go, so to speak. now you see it; now you don’t. you speak so wisely, my friend. indeed we must seize the day while we are still here. in closing, let me add that amid the fragility of this life that we have been bestowed with, i am grateful beyond words that the Almighty has led me to some very inspiring friends on who-would-have-thought?, the internet:) YOU are one of those friends, wen. i treasure your words and glean nuggets of wisdom from them everytime; and anytime i hear from you, you always make me smile. so THANK YOU for making my fragile walk on earth, my humble daily existence more fun, more memorable and more meaningful. you rock, wen! and i mean it…

What a poetic piece, Wen! Apologies for now gracing the comment section of your blog. Been really busy as you know. Haven’t gotten the luxury of time to sit in front of my computer until now! Another one of your bestselling essays! This deserves to be published on paper! Kisses! - Len

Hi Weng!i’ve always been a fun of your poetic pieces,i keep waiting for a new one,but my apologies for not gracing any comments…you know the reason.Of all the bestselling essays you’ve posted,this is the masterpiece for me.It really did touch my heart.You are exactly correct,life is full of mystery and very fragile,that is why at the end of the day i always make it a point to think what i did,was it good?or was it bad?and always thank God for whatever he gave me that day,and i always enjoy each day of my life most specially with my family.Keep posting,you’re such a gifted person,i wish i could write like you,but i’ll leave it all to you coz you’re the best.Take care!GOD BLESS!!!

Oh, how sad..

isn’t it ironic that on times of jubilation and rebirth we shed tears of sorrow????that in springtime, a season of hope, of a new beginning…a life has to end???.life,indeed, is fragile.one must savour every moment of it,bask in its beauty.live, as if there’s no tomorrow… love, as if its your last.

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