Hidden in the grass
you could not have seen me.
Fallen to the ground
with fragile knees
crawling deaths stride.
Ever facing the sun
I could not have imagined this-
You, coated in summer
with enchanting wings
painting life colourful.
The trees could not explain
my love easy tears
that dripped beauty
and composed my rivers wild.
The world could not move
in that one completing moment,
that my eyes
introduced my heart to...
the butterfly.
