Wreckage

  When you touch a butterfly it loses power over its wings You destroy it, make it static The greatest insult comes from preventing movement Because suddenly It can’t escape the surrounding wreckage It’s trapped, prey to predators Only knows rubble And I wonder why, If we know that we hurt the butterfly, We’re tempted…

Fly

There is freedom waiting for you, On the breezes of the sky, And you ask “What if I fall?” Oh but my darling, What if you fly? -Erin Hanson   Oh, my darling, take it all Every last inch of the world Tint it in the way only you can, with wonder and beauty and…