Iridescent

A drowsy hint of lotus leaves Wakes the dragonflies from their sleep As dawn breaks over the sea The butterflies alight from their trees

A gentle breeze ushers the cold And carries them so far from home Thousand wings beat to produce one note That sings of valleys unknown

A shiver of fear creeps up the spine For shadows that lurk within the nights But though the dangers may blind their sight They still venture on and re-alight

Those beautiful iridescent butterflies.