Butterfly

Instincts of a positive endeavor swooped into full focus

My heart embraced the happy sparks my mind had delivered out

I caught them while extracting the negative emotions and thoughts

Am I in control right now?  Is my awareness silenced in clarity?

The pain in between each scar, each tear, created the holes in leaves,

On trees for the caterpillars to transform in; into butterflies over the few weeks

Time; all it took was time

Would that leaf with the cut up green spine fall to nature’s grassy, sandy and refurnished mind?

 Or will it fly free with wind and the dust of love?

 Will I breathe that same air into my lungs sometime in my life,

 When I’m old enough to admit the color and sounds of the forest standing under sunlight?

 And will the rain surround my doubts and filter out my fear?

Will I be strong enough to control the thoughts into shadows when they finally disappear?

 If so, my heart will sense the familiar smell and taste of the tears that started this fall and all

Things like these will never be left behind; forgotten of

 Its dusty riddance remains with us. Whenever I observe trees, I see greatness

And the beauty of life. And all the little in-betweens

 I admire to focus on the little in-betweens,

Because they are what make in life,

The most beautiful things