Rise and Fall

The gentle rise

and softly fall

of little black

up in the blue

up it goes

to catch a wisp

a gift to give

to earthly mist

Dancing within

the clouds so high

little black

has a privileged eye

looking down

upon the earth

she opens her heart

a song to birth

Oh poor butterfly

who cannot reach

such grace and waltz

of little black’s feat

yet here she is

with all her might

to create the clouds

for little black’s flight

Up up they fly

these little wishes

in a grand escape

from flowery dishes

some are caught

and some set free

to realms of magic

where lives mystery