Weather the Storm

With the dawning of the day

brings the morning dew

I open my wings, I try new things

at times they remind me of you

As with the sun, then comes noon

and white clouds fill the sky

indigo patterns are revealed

my contours, diversify

navigating towards the light

instinct to bolder pettles

yet not to linger on any one

avoiding the stinging nettles

and for an instant, I will graze

 nectars, to merely survive

then bound again, for celestial space

when I'm soaring, I'm alive

Yet when it rains, it often pours

the static can cause you to drown

dodging drops of fear and pain

determined I won't go down

The roar of the thunder won't scare me

and the lightning just leads the way

and when the kamikaze tears fall down

with a mission, come what may

I will survive, yet once again

the fire of life within
'for in the foothills, I seek to hide

from storms that hurry in 

Why do I focus on the moon

when predators lurk in wait?

Attracted to my prideful colors

My patterns make easy bait.

The sun won't let me hide

with no shadows to alter my worth

revealing my truly given colors

since the day of my rebirth

This time is most significant

my growth and transformation

to emerge from a chrysalis

to ascend from degradation

My freedom won't be assumed

 nor a aphid in a jar

a spectacle to be pleasing others

I'm a gentle warrior......... 

Elizabeth Taylor

March 20/11

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