Wings warmed by the sun, I float freely.
June’s breeze lifts me from my perch,
all color and motion, attracting a child’s eye,
she shrieks with glee, and runs to see.
Lighting quick, from flower to tree, no one catches me.
I fly above the teeming earth,
where humans scurry like swarming ants,
always in a hurry, all fury and power,
and try not to gloat as I float upon this flower,
a butterfly thinking Zhuangzi thoughts.