Jotunn

Down from the stars a chariot races
the Emerald forest of destiny awaits,
and in it stands a mighty Oak
it's roots drinking indigo rain.
In the Oak sits an owl of wisdom
watching the glow of night time play,
and all the creatures who play in safety
as they breathe the air, its mist they taste.
In the mist floats a fallen leaf,
pale green and riddled with decay
slipping to the ground softly with intent
snagged by a rodent for the nest he creates.
On the leaf crawls a tiny caterpillar
slowly inching toward her own resting tune,
she's swallowed in by her cocoon
surprising her; her wings are coming soon.
Plucked from the ground, the cocoon is taken
back up to the stars the chariot hastens
and she the butterfly lives to this day
soaring in the sky, just a glint in space.
Back in the Emerald forest the owl sits wisely
and the creatures feel a breeze coming from above
a wind from the sky, so very far and mysterious
caused by the Butterfly and her wings of love.