Butterfly Spirit
Butterfly Spirit free with the wind Motion stagnates beauty all to rescind
Beaten with winged flapping arduous task Revealing the luscious caressing mask
Onward in wonder the world does abound Listen in silence the effervescent sound
Flitter and flutter all over the realm Flashing with colours of the bristling elm
Need not to anguish settle to branch Thousands the likeness appears avalanched
Cascading in motion of never ending joy We look on in wonder just like a wee boy
Innocence in antiquated luminescent light Not this apparition to put up a fight
Rather to conquer with imagination set on fire Massively leading mankind to inspire
Woven with love transcending all hate We must make sure that we enter this gate
Furthering futures of framework surround Plants of a lifetime the natural background
Bluster on forward to new heights desire Let the messenger move fierce to aspire
Carry the learning we need to absorb Do not let us turn to a spinning orb
Touch on the shoulder of the leaf of life Greened and blessed a breath in times of strife
Release the news of friendship worldwide Comfort and calm are right by your side
Shielding the harshness of morns early bright End of day comes soon enough to bring fright
In between hours of lonesome exclusion Bind with your neighbour knock out the confusion
Return simplicity of the minute butterfly Soaring just reaching up to the sky
Yet covering the universe here on the earth Monumental is the extremes of its small girth
Grant to the altar of worship close heart Maddening self taught sanities spirit departs
Building serenely emotional strength Aid us by the hour our stake is the length
No not the reasons forsaken the sense Huge is the price payed the terrible expense
See you not the faith of the nature of truth Lead by the hand it is not so uncouth
Count of the days of the lasting times past Can we ignore had we learnt too fast
Rites of learning nestle deep gaping hole Hasten us to the doom of the soul
Dark is the heaviness of mans lost thought Often we wonder what have we sought
Saddle with soreness alongside the gloom Let then come hither enter the room
Perhaps to saunter by the window to see Bend to the lounge side and down on one knee
Butterfly let me learn from your cue Butterfly spirit instil me like dew
Stu [stumacsu] Stuart Charles Mackenzie
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