The Flight of the Butterfly
The flight of the butterfly amazes me
Hovering like a feeling in my heart,
Lighting on flower of my thought, free
As an apple falling to the eye.
The beauty of a butterfly is surprising
From egg to chrysallis like a word
Then out from caccoon sentence winging
Across the sky of the tongue
But nothing surpasses the butterfly
In its love for home
Two generations may pass crossing the sky
It always returns where its history began
And I unshackled feel fettered wings
Fragile against catcher and sun
From flower to flower and wind's hustlings
Long for my Blue Mountains, and native sounds.
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