Zipping past a rainbow blur of flowers,

its prismatic wings reflect the surroundings.

Four wings so clear, barely there,

drift along the airs aroma.


It fluttered to my radio,

still it was for a moment.

Just long enough to evoke pangs of envy,

before it lifted away.


The pressures of time

slip past its wings.

Higher it rose in the sky,

knowing nothing of expectations,

nothing of responsibilities.

It knows only to fly

from land over lakes, it goes



No cares, no concerns.

But it is in search of something

a place to rest,

a peaceful solitude

airy content of freedom.