Butterflies, how do they fly?
Little velvet wings that shine like stained glass in the sun.
Such a delicate life;
An explorer of illusion made for beauty and wonder.
The Monarch of the tree paints it a fiery orange;
Orange has always been my favorite color.
The battle for the tree is illuminating;
It’s so remarkable, this insignificant magnificence of a whisper
I am grateful for photography. I love living through the lens of a different camera! ❤