golden yellow
orange tinged and brown
bright illuminating
beautiful butterfly
monarch of insects
lovely divine
your flight
your trip is now
sweet sticky pollen
that you picked upon
seeds of the future
another growth
another year
another span
rest, rest on top
of my head
touch on my soft
petals and wait
till you're ready again
to burst
till you're ready again
to fly
in search of your place
in the sun, up in that sky
down south down below
where it's warm and dry
***
go now before it's too late
for cold and drafty weather
awaits
fly, fly so swift
that no one can catch
you adrift...
