I Could Explore Forever

Precious, pretty, fleeting. Flitting butterfly, lifting wings, too heavy. One, two, three… One, two, three… the flower’s delighted to be explored. Colors, themselves, adored or unnoticed. Just that one spot, spotting the prettiness in the pot; the stems stand tall; lantanas, an unsung song. Silence in the flapping. How can the breeze accommodate, provide a zephyr, a zip, a zest, unrest? My eyes rest upon loveliness - this fixed point; is the universe such things - I could explore forever, one iota at a time.