Animated

Things fly and flit and float

  to the tree, through the air, blown

Sometimes gone in an instant

  other times on display in gentle strokes

All is suspended and hovers

  just as it plays and soars

Crying out in warning of the hunt

  silently weaving one blossom to another

Never in tiredness

  always in a space suspended

Magical comes to mind

  vital in another

The sky lights up at dusk

  playing through the meadows

Another gift of brilliance

  have you seen, do you stop

Let it fill you with the awe of a child

  or are you lost to the beauty

Come, play, delight

  watch and wonder at the gift

Given freely

  just as a child