The show begins
As our eyelids act as a movie screen
Butterflies flutter in spiral flight
Into the mouths of snap dragons
As they breathe floral fire onto their wings
Little do they realize they are merely natures artist
As it is from their flames the monarch finds its soul
It's purpose
It's vibrancy
And fireflies dance to beat of the wind
Through the trees
Through the meadow
As they synchronize for their finale
The sun begins to rise as the dew falls on the morning glory's petals
A new day dawning
Open the curtains
For your eyes have told a story worth telling
And given purpose to the pen on your paper
Bliss
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