The Life of a Hummingbird
Different colors and shades
but seemingly same size and shape;
The most beautiful to be the flourescent pink
the color of youth spilled from a drink.
Its extremly long beak
similar to that stinger of a bee
To which it consumes,
from the flower when it blooms,
the sweet nectar.
When a hummingbird flies its wings
flutter faster than a cellphone rings
than an eye blinks
than an acoholic drinks
than water in alaska can freeze
than a human can breath
and even faster than a computer can read.
But there is a reason why hummingbirds
seem to be always in a hurry
because its life passes faster than snow flurries
than a window in winter blurries
than young meerkats scurry
and faster than you can hide from a vicious bear that is furry.
With only two main goals the hummingbird lives
feed on nectar through sips
spreading the pollen that flowers give
its life a constant lifetime shift
with life itself as its only gift
every breath it breaths
every pulse it pumps
the hummingbird's life comes to an end.
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2.
The Most Beautiful...
The
Most beautiful thing I had ever seen was a piece called “The Dance of the Swans”. It was in the ballet of Swanlake and a few
younger girls, about 4 of them, danced gracefully across the stage; all dressed
in exquisite silky looking, white costumes. They were made of white spandex at
the top of the leotard, a seamless V-neck; they had bejeweled white feathers
flowing from their waist down to just above their knees, making the skirt,
looking as though it took a thousand years to carve their beautiful costumes to
perfection. Their bunned hair contained two flawlessly sculpted white feathers,
one just above each ear that had an enormous diamond-like jewel bestowed upon
the bottom curve of the tear-shaped feather. The dance was as equally
mesmerizing as the costumes. The girls held hands, cross-wristed, as they
piquéd and changemented across the stage. The pointe of their feet was enviously
advanced and they were all in perfect sync as they did the same movement
together. It seemed as though the girls were masters at ballet, not a single
fault could be recognized as they performed the masterpiece. The music was a
dreamy harmony called “The Dance of the Swans”, composed by Pyotr Ilyich
Tchaikovsky, he is a very famous composer and also composed some music for The
Nutcracker. It is nearly impossible to describe how the music of this piece
could affect your spirit, but it was almost as though you were on stage with
the rest of the dancers, dancing with all your heart. The music made you feel
that you weren’t there anymore; it has transported you to a different place, to
Swanlake where it was filled with green-grasses, peaceful animals, and you
dancing as though you’ve known the dance all your life. To be there, dancing in
silky pointe shoes and a marvelous dress, showing off your grand jete and
feeling magical, it could be just the best feeling in the world. It seemed as
though this dance was made personally for me; this piece touched my heart so
fondly that it will be something I could never forget.
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3. Creation Story:
4. Weather Experience:
Atop
a snow-capped mountain there lived a queen named Charlotte. She was the type of
queen that ruled over nothing, for no one lived on the mountain, except for her
companion Myrtle. Charlotte and Myrtle had a strange relationship, one where he
did everything she asked him to do, even though she was at times rude about it,
and yet Myrtle seemed to be the smart one who only did as she asked because he
loved her so. They lived in a palace that Myrtle had designed and built, with
inspiration from Russian architecture, just for him and Charlotte to live in.
Their home was always cold, something they enjoyed, and it snowed every day,
which gave Charlotte the excuse to wear her extravagant fur coats. Myrtle was
adventurous, he loved to travel and do research, although he never bothered
telling Charlotte about the lands he had visited. Charlotte never was a
"leaving the palace" type of girl, until one day she wondered why her
husband enjoyed traveling so much...
“Honey,
why do you travel so often? The world is all the same, you’re just wasting your
time going to different places that look just like home.”
“No
Charlotte all the contrary”, said Myrtle “there are many different places in
the world with extremely different climates and environments unique to their
location. Why don’t you come with me on my next trip? I’m going to be visiting
an island in the Bahamas, won’t you join me?”
Charlotte
agreed and they began planning their trip.
They
arrived at the tropical island; Charlotte could not believe how incredibly how
it was! She had lived in the cold her whole life and never experienced anything
like this; Myrtle explained to her that this was what he was talking about...the
different climates.
“But
how can anyone live in this, it’s like I’m going to die, like I can’t breathe…”
exclaimed Charlotte.
“The
same way that we’ve lived in the ice palace for so long, this is their home.
Most of the people here probably won’t be able to live back where we do, they
grew up this way”, explained her husband.
But,
Charlotte couldn’t stay like this, and they wouldn’t be able to leave for a
while because Myrtle had come to collect a special rare essence that would take
some time finding.
Charlotte
and Myrtle spent the next three months in the hot climate, and Charlotte grew
used to it! She enjoyed it, not only the weather, but also what the hot climate
gave like the new foods called mangoes and the clothes she could wear called
shorts and sandals. Myrtle had finally found the purple essence he was looking
for, it was growing underneath some rocks along the coast, and it was time for
him and Charlotte to head back home. Charlotte, loving her new goods from this
tropical paradise, took some home to remind her of this beautiful place. Then
they traveled back home…
Charlotte
missed the islands when she got home. The cold no longer pleased her as much as
it used to, and her skin was craving the warmth of the sun, she planned on
going back and Myrtle had agreed to take her. As she packed she noticed the
souvenirs that she smuggled from her trip and realized what joy they had brought
to her. She wondered if the people of the tropical islands had ever traveled to
a place like her home, where it snowed every day and froze everything. What
selfish it would be to keep all of the joy the cold brought to her to herself.
She got an idea! She should bring something that best represented her home to
them, to give them a taste of her frozen world.
“Well,
I can carve out a big mass of ice to board on the ship, and maybe store some
snow to bring along as well. If we go fast enough, it’ll probably make the
whole trip!” suggested Myrtle.
“Oh
yes, that’s perfect”, agreed Charlotte. “But then we’ll have to leave right
this second to make it on time!”
So
they did.
They
arrived, once again, to the islands that brought a new type of joy to
Charlotte. She couldn’t wait to show the people of the islands the gift that
she had brought them. She opened the crate, only to see that the snow was
nearly melted and the ice was slowly going away as well. Disappointed, she
cried, catching Myrtle’s attention.
“What’s
wrong darling?”, he asked.
“My
gift is ruined”, she sobbed, “it’s practically gone!”
“Let
me see that”. Myrtle examined the ice and snow and decided that if he combined
the two, it just might become frozen again. He crushed the ice and mixed it
with snow in a bowl and made a mushy type of frozen mixture. “I know it’s not
the same, but at least it’s still cold like our home”, he urged.
She
stopped crying, and was so relieved that she would have something to give to
the residents after all! “Hello all! I have brought you a gift from my homeland.
It is as cold as where my palace was built and is a mixture of snow, frozen
water that falls from the sky, and ice, frozen water from the ground. It is now
yours to cherish!”, she announced.
The
people of islands examined the mixture of ice and snow and weren’t sure what to
do with it. The queen said that it was water, so it should go in your mouth,
should it not? One man grabbed a spoon and tried some…
It
didn’t taste that good.
He
was a chef, and was known to make anything taste delicious. He ran to his
kitchen, grabbing some strawberry purre and milk, then ran back to where the
people were examining the bad tasting ice. He poured the milk and strawberries
into the bowl, whipping it until fully mixed. He then tasted it…
It
was delicious! One of the best things he had ever tried! It was so cold, milky,
and refreshing. It was like nothing he had ever seen or heard of before. The others
tried some too, astonished at this delicious thing that froze their mouths and
rehydrated them from the burning sun.
Myrtle
and the queen had a taste as well, and they too loved it.
The
queen asked the chef what he had done to it. He explained the things that he
added in.
“Where
I live this ingredient is called cream, not milk…” said the queen.
“Well
then”, said the chef, “we shall call it as you would understand, my queen…ice
cream”.
WORD COUNT: 1,107The Dangerous Storm
The morning was like any other
eating breakfast with my lovely mother,
The afternoon was just the same
left as quickly as it came,
The evening seemed to be congruent
until, by the window, blew the wind so fluent.
I cannot explain what made me do it,
how I got up or if I knew it,
but someting inside me told
to go look outside through the window...
The leaves on the trees ruffled
then fell off into the wind they shuffled
the clouds turned a dull alarming grey
killing off any trace of the day
my heart pounded just as did the thunder
right after lighting struck from above to under
a few car alarms went off as the effect
but nothing could've prepared me for what was next
Under a tree there was my car
from across the street t'was not that far
But one strike of lighting
and a pound of thunder
left an enormous branch, with my car right under.
No longer was there a windshield
to protect the leather seats from the rain
I did not know exactly what it would feel
to tell my mother what happened, oh the shame
I stood there frozen, wishing the rain would stop
that the thunder was silent
that lightning wasn't violent
then maybe this horrible thing wouldn't have happened
if the weather was a bit nicer that day.
To think that I had dreamed of once dancing outside
dancing outside underneath the rain
as it fell to the ground
as it fell on my face
never imagining it would cause me this pain.
It wasn't the fact that we had to pay for the windshield
or the fact that the branch fell
or that the leaves rustles
or the wind blew that day,
what bothered me was what caused it
the rain
something I couldn't imagine an enemy
something I wouldn't think causing me pain.
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5. RESPONSES
From Nature
I'll be honest, the first time that I read this I was somewhat confused by the writing and what the author was trying to say. I mean first of all who used words like "bare common" to say land, just say land! Second, how can someone be so in love with nature that they don't need anyone but themselves? That's crazy! In my opinion, I think that Emerson needs to
6. Responses to Essays
Well, first off, I decided to read the last three essays because they were in chronological order and I felt that I would be able to have a better perspective of the most recently written essays
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