The falling of scales
Off a fluttery pair of butterfly wings
The clouds that glide
Across wisdomed blue
The purple scent of lilac
Carried gently by the air
The whisper of trees
When the wind blows
The secret dance
Between the bird and the flower
The warm, butter sun
As warm as it is cold when it's gone
The moon, ever so radiant,
Lighting up the palm of my hand
And I, still the same,
Still changing.
