Extraordinary Things

This was not my imagination For I was alert and sober, When I witnessed an odd migration At midday, in early October A dying leaf held me in it's spell Tumbling passed limbs and bark, Twisting and turning as it fell And transforming into a monarch Emerged a newborn butterfly Just before it hit the ground, Taking wing toward the sky Helped by the wind around Freed from her rooted tree Let go, like a child's balloon, A split decision it had to be With no time for a cocoon I watched as it beat about New spots of orange and black, Confidently and without a doubt That it would not be coming back Away she flew up into the sun And my eyes I tried to shade, To glimpse before this dream was done Because in the distance she would fade Answered were all my quandaries Before this leaf met the grass, Proving there are no boundaries That Mother Nature could surpass How could she be so agile Soaring on paper thin wings?, How something frail and fragile Could do extraordinary things!