
01/08/2025
“The Flame-Hearted Hummingbird”In the time when the stars still whispered to the earth, there lived a hummingbird unlike any other. Her feathers shimmered gold by moonlight, and her throat burned red like embers—so radiant that elders called her Heartfire.Heartfire was not born of a nest, but of a promise. It is said that when the last ember of a sacred fire was nearly lost, the forest cried out for a guardian. The wind carried that cry to the skies, and from a red hibiscus and a breath of flame, she emerged.Her wings were small, yet they could part storms. She did not speak, but wherever she flew, flowers bloomed fiercely red, even in winter’s chill. To the people, she was a sign: not of beauty alone, but of resilience, of life that burns on even in shadow.
One day, the sun hid for days behind sorrowful skies, and a terrible silence fell. Crops wilted. Spirits dimmed. Heartfire, sensing the fading warmth of the land, flew higher than ever before—past the clouds, past the cold winds, until she reached the place where dawns are born.
There, she offered her glowing heart to the sky.
The sun wept and returned.
Since then, hummingbirds wear a blaze on their throats—not in sorrow, but as memory. A reminder that even the smallest flame, when born from love, can bring back the light.