In its colours
it soars high
elongating its beak out
it hymns its own tune
as symphonic as those of a humming bird
so angelic
even the heavens listen
in its wake
it flys so bold it leaps over clouds
making them disappear
the sunbird
the songbird
in wearing its bright colours
even makes the rainbow envious
its voice remains harmonic
by feeding on the sweetness of nectar
the curveballs of its neck
stores its tubes of tunes
its name
the sunbird