Butterfly Planet

 Here is one

garden, field, life, month, date

What you feel now

You drove to a nursery in the glinting sun

You can drive from the week and all of its weight

Here is one

Soft wings emerge from the gauze chrysalis they've spun

being born and dying at a cycling rate

What you feel now

You go through the garden, meeting a ton

of flying creatures who zig zag beneath a glass gate

Here is one

Of these ones who fly, soon there will be none

Passionflowers, filaments in a plait

What you feel now

Souls come here with a grief that creation can stun

An image of hope spreads its wings with a color so great

Here is one