A murder of crows,
A swarm of teachers,
Each mine the wiser:
The lotus and the butterfly,
Two friends of spirit, and mind.
Blossoming from the murky depths,
An oasis of peace breaks through
Cloudy waters, visibility means nothing
When roots sink teeth in to stretch,
Up into the glossy light, you open,
To provide structure for the
Flutter of the equally as colourful,
Bold, and transformative butterfly.
Unreal beauty curated in the solitary.
Confined, reflecting what is inside.
She flies chaotically adhering
To plans of synchronicity.
Embraced in the petals of a familiarity,
Flesh, wing, and leaf- at peace. Unity.