BCE
Copyright 2025 by Michael Walker
A flower flew off
Became a butterfly
Flew to a forest
That became
A field of grass
It was the month of August
But it was all
All
Timeless
A flower flew off
Became
A
butterfly
A flower flew off
Became a butterfly
Scattered my
Scattered thoughts
Up into
A
Perfect
Blue
Sky
Before
The Common
Era
A flower flew off
Became
A butterfly…