Flowers flame from a lush and gracious tree
Food for eye and insect, taste and see;
Abundance exploding in nourishing beauty.
Above the blossoms a dozen butterflies hover,
Fluttering, vibrant, weightless spectrum of color,
Restless, relentless, sip, lift, sup another.
Velvet back wings bordered in aqua lace,
A flash of yellow, a transparent opal trace,
Each oblivious to the other's pace and place.
Let me live in such glorious community
The burning bush an all-consuming opportunity
To feast and flit in heedless equity.
Concerned not by relative palette hues
That flicker past, glimpsed peripheral views,
But only by central beauty and truth, renewed.
Then fly, free.