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!
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2022
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