Rise and Fall

by Martin Shone

The gentle rise
and softly fall
of little black
up in the blue

up it goes
to catch a wisp
a gift to give
to earthly mist

Dancing within
the clouds so high
little black
has a privileged eye

looking down
upon the earth
she opens her heart
a song to birth

Oh poor butterfly
who cannot reach
such grace and waltz
of little black’s feat

yet here she is
with all her might
to create the clouds
for little black’s flight

Up up they fly
these little wishes
in a grand escape
from flowery dishes

some are caught
and some set free
to realms of magic
where lives mystery

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