Wings migrated to this point,
it was just a passenger on this
journey of inspiration.

Exhalations of past moments
carried it upon the many exhibits
of  wonderment befalling its senses.

Fatigued wings collect on delicate
petals, slumbering it awakens to the
ethereal  mirage of beauty before it.

Majestic droplets refracting the
imagery beyond the luminescent
pools of peaceful retrospection.

Fluttering its delicate motivation,
deciding this is the place for it to rest.
For life is moments silently contemplated.