A Butterfly Become

I see Butterflies, colours so pretty, I follow

I run within the Flowers, skip between the trees

Still the Butterflies call me, dance for me, take bow

As I run, I elevate, slight at first, my wings then fully open

I observe from height, I watch the leaves falling, floating 

I watch how the Feathers fall, so slowly but impressive

My wings I have not questioned, like familiar to me

I love this, I laugh, still my eyes on the Butterflies

I continue to fly, higher, higher I go, no fear of falling

My Wings have me, my Butterflies have me, the clouds

I fly past a mountain, a sheet of ice, my reflection I see

I am light, bright, a canvas of many colours, a Butterfly become

Love, light and healing energies too you all 

Tm

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