Butterflying Effect

 

Have you heard from the butterfly effect?

Do you me flapping my wings,

Controlling the wind, I send forth love,

Pulling, pushing, blowing clouds high above,

Christening the air into sleet, forming my figure to greet.

Hello blue bird, how artfully baby hue, you be.

Could I wonder aloud to the sea,

Knowing what sight seems, 

Bringing light to my eyes, I mean. 

Where and how far does my imagination go,

At the present to wherever you flow,

Flying high, growing sky, before thy.

Picturing my dreaming's minds' being,

Singing and dancing into time. 

Have you heard of the butterflying effect? 

The feeling of me flapping my wings,  

Controlling the wind as I sing forth love,  

Pulling, pushing clouds high above.

Christening the air into sleet’s sweet great,  

My figure formed from mist to fate.  

Hello, bluebird, how artfully you fly,  

A hue of baby blue, soaring in the sky.

Could I wonder aloud to the sea,  

Knowing what sight could bring to me.  

Bringing light to my eyes, I mean,  

Where imagination followings, being.

At present to wherever you soar,  

Flying high, expanding more,  

Growing skyward, before thee bright,  

Picturing my dreams in mind’s pure light,  

Singing, dancing into my might.

Masterfully you, Art Baby Blue. 

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The wondering influence, playing in imagination, allowing the beauty of my dreams unfolding.