The Wind Around The Butterflies Wing Poem by Craig Turner

Each step is cataclysmic,
Like the wind around the butterflies wing,
Every daisy chain we make,
Falls to earth with a shudder,
Paw prints left in the sand,
Shape a colossal structure.

Self destructing leaves,
On well worn paths,
In an optimistic queue,
Seven smiles,
Are six and another,
Wonders of the world.

What you want in everything,
Is hidden,
In the bottom of the wardrobe,
So you fly around,
And hide till your bored,
Pouring out irreverant subversion.

Like the wind around the butterflies wing,
I see the stars colliding.