I was at my farm, basking in the beautiful sunlight, when my mind slowly slipped into it's routine of day dreaming. This is what I saw.
Purple orange glints
Sunlight on glittery dust
Fluttering, flimsy, flightless.
Hair-thin legs meant only for
landing, standing
Now the primary resource
Scramble for awkward footing.
A cascade of shadows plays across
the ground
And mid these shadows, with feet
faltering futilely,
She slowly made way
A butterfly with broken wings,
A sky empty of stars,
Full of fellow fliers – former
friends of flight
She wishes for a breeze, a gust
to carry her away
To sweep her off her overburdened
feet
And give her one more chance
To soar, to glide, to remember
What it’s like
To live how she was designed
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