Forest Butterfly
Alone upon a foreign shore,
And deep within the forest realm.
Gliding just above the forest floor
Colors flashing, jerking, flowing
Rapture: a maestro moving.
Fragile so alive and reckless.
Stunning ballerina prancing,
Dancing tales of lesser lore
Discover overwhelming awe,
Give me more and more and more!
A sight enchanting to behold
Leaves floating on a surface stream.
Give me space and time to dream,
For memories long forgotten.
Copyright © Ryan Farmer | Year Posted 2016
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