they carpet the lawn
a million blue butterfly's
awaiting the cool breezes
one ascends the shaft of sunlight
that has wrestled its way through the overhanging branch's
he is followed by his entire empire
in one moment it appears as if the lawn has broken
into a slow graceful climb into the light
nothing disturbs the symmetry of the moment
as they all follow that one upwards
on his desperate fight for
that shaft of sunlight before the
rapture of movement dissipates
in the randomness of the world
up through the tree
mingling with the leaves
breaking free to cloud strewn sky
a beginnings of ascension into the light
they move south along the wind
silent
blue
free