Butterfly King

Stained glass flutters, wind stop stutters
drifting on the wind of serendipity
softly swaying gentleness lifting the spirit~

Oh gentle king of the air
your kingdom spirals the fabric
of space!

Your majesty, a fingerprint of creation whose subjects plead for your presence as migration of a thousand miles on the
rudder of instinct~

What guides your monarchy, as elemental forces play against
your destination? Is it your misunderstood consciousness of microscopic precision? Ancestors await your presence~

Rule your kingdom with pureness and sensitivity
as only time may cause the abdication of Nature's throne!