Apple Buttered Paradise
Somber red apple branches
sagging down into green orchard grass
lumpy loaded with solid ripe ready fruit
Watching pale yellow butterflies huddle down
then spray up and out a geyser of light vibrant flight
scattering and skipping above their sun-drenched forest
A green sea of windy winding rivers
shadowed by red mounted trees of deep-rooted life,
making sweet love with flighty buttered wings
sweeping and beating co-gravitating gratitude.
Red Team too old and wizened
to count their darkening days as numbered.
Yellow Team too light and funny flight
to bother commodifying frenzied beating wings of day.
Separate huddles,
yet a coherently co-arising Team
of Earth's diverse space tracing times
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