Cycles

In its safe places...
the heart can be a butterfly...
resting where it can...
but in its secret places...
flying where it must...
Be a tall tree...deep rooted...
and bearing beautiful flowers...
with golden butterflies...
flitting in and out
of your many branches...and smile...
as you watch them fade...
into their safe and sheltered resting places
for a soon passing moment...
before the cycle of rest...
then restless flight...
through tall and distant trees...
starts all over again...
................Quester.