By MAYA GREEN
It was the butterfly
Which first caught my eye
Floating over the flowers
On the updraft it hovers
And the morning sun
Sprays wide with a cosmic gun
Light specs of gold
To everyone dispersed, I’m told
Touching the earth below
Warming the air with its glow
After the night’s cold mischief
Indeed a welcome relief
Then came the breeze
Like someone about to sneeze
Coming swiftly by
Almost on the sly
For not wanting to be left out
From this morning’s early shout
It comes, coming swiftly by
But seen not, with the naked eye
But definitely felt
Like a tightening belt
And right on cue
With a signal, that’s true
The leaves start swaying
Like green hands a praying
And joining in the melody
And to complete the parody
With arms vigorously waving
The branches are now raving
Dancing to a hidden melody
In my heart, it’s audible to me
Is heard by all in the garden
A song that has to it no burden
Where leaden feet turn to the air
For this is a dance of flair
So a commotion turned to a riot
But this song is not for the idiot
It calls on to the hummingbirds
Closely joined by other song birds
On wings they come a floating
To the flowers they swing
Painting many a rainbow
The fairies, they dance in the glow
In the tender morning sun
All eager and full of fun
Their multi-coloured feathers
Are a reflection of wonders
In the receptacles of beauty
Filled with honeyed energy
In the corner of the garden
Here now with unmatched brazen
So I am too, doing the dance of self
Being part of the cosmic trance
For this is where I’ll truly find myself
In this dance of all at once
Dateline:
Composed at The Melia White House, Albany Street, Regent’s Park, London NW1 3UP
December 10, 2013
4:14 AM GMT
And retouched on December 13, 2023 at Shah Alam, 5:36 AM
