White Wings

White Wings Perceived upon a sunny day, a flutter by sailing the still Dancing a sequence with paper wings seeking to alight And flit a nomadic path through warmth and perfect haze Fragile life that traverses the blooms to spread the seed But fast fading beauty that’s sought by human hand To make extinct the dancing fairy with snowy fan displayed Far from the cocooned confines of change She tastes the summit of liberty that is her right And clutches the uncertain straws of future As nature struggles to even up Drought Relent the ruthless stream of extra violet and torrid sear That drenches the fields with arid draining the verdant Into patchy brown and frazzled mass of ocher While fading pools display their depths of cracked mire Look away I say from clear blue skies of stark That dry the lips of those who view the sunlit scene Instead seek the solace of shade below the gasping trees Who long for days of cool and droplets fine Restore again the summer hues of varied green That sate the herd and make anew the faded color How long the eerie still of hung and dried That turn the dermal outer into leathery crevice How long can ozone‘s layer stave the lesion Of hothouse gas, man made poison That tips the balance and seals the planet’s fate