It seems peculiar, that a single leaf would fall off a tree

Directly in front of me

Then a beautiful butterfly, would rest on my knee

With colors so vibrant, I stared at its wings

It fluttered a second, and flew off of me

It gracefully rested, still within view

The image I hold, I’m sharing with you

My wings are not visible, therefore no one can see

How I flutter with grace

In this place

In my space