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