i sit & watch
the beautiful
aspen tree.
it is covered
in wonderful
brown and yellow
butterflies.
they lazily
open & close
their wings.
the whole tree seems to be
swaying & dancing.
i wouldn't be
surprised if it
up-rooted itself
& pranced away.
i take a step closer
& the magical illusion
falls away.
there are no butterflies.
nothing but leafs
that bend
& sway.