sunrise through Butterfly eyes
She lays back and sighs
and sees Butterflies
Colorful wings
so many folds.
What would it be like
to be a Butterfly?
Viewing life's beauty
as beauty unfolds.
To sit on the pedal
of a Lilac.
A visions gift
from times of old.
A shimmering image
on gathered water
Reflections of morning
off a teardrops lobe.
She closes her eyes
seeing many pictures.
A rainbows array
of colors and hues
She mixes paint
till she is content
That the sky
is the right shade of blue
Then she mixes
the color of a flower
Purples and Mauve's
in a Butterfly's view
Then she paints
the reflection of sunrise
That the Butterfly sees
off the morning Dew.
This is a part of same story Iradescent convalescence is on. This poem stands on it's own but when compliled in Medow view Daycare it is about an artist when she was a little girl getting her tonsils out.
When she becomes a Woman she will paint these memories.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem