I Once Saw/From Above

I once saw caterpillars become butterflies, And Fly high, high into the ash cloud, then plummet to the ash below. I once saw a rose open its petals under the sun, As if wanting to embrace and be embraced. Then from above a hand eclipsed its sun, And descended towards it, and unknowingly gave the rose the gift of his last breath. From above I carefully observed to every detail, From plants decaying to the young child dying. From above, high above, I witness something called the symphony of death.