A great Orb is held aloft
by the boughs of a giant Oak tree.
~
Sighing with the wind, the Oak
shifts his branches and catches
a wandering butterfly.

Holding the butterfly
carefully closely up high,
the Oak can hear her song
of beauty and of brevity and
a million moments in the sun.
The Oak stretches and responds
with ages and acorns long gone,
whilst above them the Orb
glistens with glee.  

Tickled by the wind the Oak laughs and
shudders his boughs reflexively
- the butterfly launches
herself back into the bright sky
- the Orb softly pulses
goodbye.
~
A great Orb is held aloft
by the boughs of a giant Oak tree.