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