The benevolent sky conjures
a heavenly feast for the empty earth,
scattering snow on the lonely bench
drenching the eager tree,
loading trucks playfully,
tossing thin crusts on surprised travellers
and coloring the wet mud,
thus making a creative pattern
of white amongst dark brown
What stronger feeling
could surpass
the momentary amazement
when you look
at the soft colors
in their dainty glory?
Would you perhaps
gaze, marvel
and feel gratified
that you belong to
the same world
that they do?
Watch a bee trying
to find a gap between
the two beauties and struggling
to decide on his best partner
I am a light butterfly of yellow
and my flight takes me
to the colours I fancy
I perch on a sunflower
of my color
and the next moment
roll over the roses for nectar
I spring joyfully
to the overtly ripe fruit
and shuttle around
the night’s dim lights
I circle the warm fire,
which is brighter than any color
The heat warns me,
but I fail to notice
and in my excited state
jump straight into the hungry flames
