In the hush of dawn's soft light,
A flash of blue and emerald bright,
The kingfisher darts, a jewel in flight,
Skimming the stream, a graceful sight.
With wings like stained glass in the sun,
He plunges deep where the fish run,
A moment of stillness, then a quickened spin,
As the world awakes to his delicate din.
Resting on a branch, perched with pride,
He surveys the waters with keen-eyed stride,
A hunter's patience, a painter's hue, In the dance of nature's vivid view.
So let him be a symbol of grace,
A reminder of beauty in a fleeting place,
The kingfisher, with colors so rare,
Brings a whisper of wonder to the morning air.
