Swirling colors fill up the sunrise

I reach for it only to wave goodbye to a butterfly

It perches itself on a dusty flower

As I turn my head to stare at the house

With my life dripping out of a ten year old teaspoon. 

I scream at the beach as my vibrations ripple through the ocean.

It echoes through time until it reaches that damn sunrise

A sunrise that was stolen by the butterfly

Who knew that their destination was a dusty flower,

But nothing was as dusty as the house.

My legs wander away from the beach to pick up that dusty flower.

But the wind beat me to the flower, carrying it to my house

With a petal landing on my teaspoon,

Who wished it could scoop the ocean,

And pour it into the sunrise.

The petal that landed on my teaspoon,

Ended up saying hello to the ocean.

The ocean said hi back and kissed the sunrise,

Creating a setting that was home to the butterfly.

All because of a flower.

It was a cottage, that old house.

All built around my ten year old teaspoon

Who scooped up the ocean

With vigorous effort until sunrise.

And there goes the butterfly.

Nothing could compare to the unique beauty of a butterfly.

Not the open feeling of a flower,

Not the warmth of a house,

Not the possibilities of a ten year old teaspoon,

But even then, it all comes back to the ocean. 

Once again, that ten year old teaspoon scooped up the ocean

Who smiled and glanced at the sunrise that was taking care of a butterfly,

As the dusty petals of a dusty flower serenaded the house.