In the migrating-mass of our weeping
We wheel through the blue
Along the tracks of the sun, sweeping,
Our little lives frittering away
In flecks of self ~ broken and whole,
The universe spun through our dying,
In a sway of red embered ecstasies.
Out of a chanting kaleidoscope
Of our colours, our pities descend
For all the moneying monotonies
Of your days, what are your hopes
Of entering in our world of wings?
Where high as angelic hosts
We dance the joy of together -
Each beat of each slender wing
Summons the stirring of Spring
from over your bickering walls
from your dull lying civilisations,
from austere walls where you kneel
And stare into an invisibility of souls
With minds, black as death’s mystery,
Plaster monuments to wars, to nations:
Hear, why won’t you hear, you ghosts,
Our wing-beats of insect prayer
For you to bury your selves, bury yourselves,
Before our beauties burn to cinder.
Butterfly poets of the borderless mind
We sing the songs
in the hearts of the people
Butterfly poets of the borderless mind
We sing the songs
Along the winds of the world
Butterfly poets of the borderless mind
We are stained glass windows
Of the heaven singing skies,
The ever cathedralling skies.
Notes:
Climate change threatens to disrupt the monarch butterfly’s annual migration pattern by affecting weather conditions in both wintering grounds and summer breeding grounds. Colder, wetter winters could be lethal to these creatures and hotter, drier summers could shift suitable habitats north. The number is measured by the amount of forest they occupy, and in 2013 the number of butterfly acres decreased from approximately seven to three. Abnormal patterns of drought and rainfall in the U.S. and Canada breeding sites may have caused adult butterfly deaths and less plant food for caterpillars. Fewer butterflies up north mean fewer then migrate south to Mexico for the winter.
Source - World Wildlife Fund for Nature