Butterfly Dreams

She is trying to get people to feel balanced, to feel at peace on Earth; to embrace love, the other, the night.

He is trying to get people to see; to waken the lantern on the porch, to notice the crickets in the meadow.

Someone needs to change the world.
Will it be her? Will it be him? Will it be me?

Which side of the story do you wish to stand?
Do you want to be David, Goliath, or the wind?

You cannot buy your dreams on a shelf.
But if you have, do you like the taste?

Cash is an app parents use to keep the kids busy.

Pollution floats in rivers,
Builds models of a monkey matrix,
Seeps like cancer into fragile spirits of children.

We open our heart.
We open our eye.
We fly.

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