Stillness

A butterfly hovers over the flowers,

a pitch in the sky is lit

with its wings,

skipping the breeze.

Saplings rise from the earth,

its tiny leaves stretch

to the sky,

warm with sunlight.

Doves flanking a patch,

their cooing in silence

deepens and restful,

sifting the sand

The sky broader with clouds,

transcending with light

a new morning,

all hope and beauty.