LET A BUTTERFLY CATCH YOU

Let a butterfly catch you ...
he will sing you his song.
His wings are so light,
he drifts with the wind,
composing a tune here,
rehearsing a mantra there.
Wavering, as he appears
a constant balancing act,
he dances within a turmoil
that no one else can see - 
if not the dazed petals
themselves baffled by the breeze.
Much invisible upheaval
is the air we breathe.
Why does he seem to falter
from one flower to another?
So that he may land precisely
in unison with the sought nectar.