Rising From a Silky Golden Sheath

Look something is hiding within in winters cold down Only shadows of the caterpillar dance upon the ground A little yellow from the sun and blue from the sky A little white from all the children’s smiles Reds, oranges and purples from sunset’s last cry Some greens coming from spring’s first child Once flowers were all white until they did light Fluttering whispers on the soft wings of night When all the buttery fly girls could sing aloud In quiescence colorful rising from a silky golden sheath Once they did sing but the birds were too proud Somewhere dancing within your mind while you sleep Maybe they will bring you a song in your dreams Listen closely fluttering whispers on the soft wings Do not weep It's winter are the colorful songs gone Note - Based on various Native American legends and dances