Bathed in the winds of butterfly
Wings, the breeze kisses my face.
A kaleidoscope of colour migrates
Touching every sense as I walk.
In the tall grass swaying like ebbing
Waves that tickles my thighs.
Shaded green from above, resting
Upon this oak, we both breath.
Alive yet one is free and stationary, while
The other is a prisoner always able to move
To any and every place.
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 4:08 PM UTC
Bathed in the winds of butterfly
Wings, the breeze kisses my face.
A kaleidoscope of colour migrates
Touching every sense as I walk.
In the tall grass swaying like ebbing
Waves that tickles my thighs.
Shaded green from above, resting
Upon this oak, we both breath.
Alive yet one is free and stationary, while
The other is a prisoner always able to move
To any and every place.
