A violet butterfly
feeds, and all his actions
returns to Nature's source
whether weather patterns
in his wings
or pollination of flowers-
in his dreams

The fifth element
is like nectar
for soul's dimension
which returns
to feed the Earth
progenitor

Life is riddled with reason
everything moving in circles
from people to trees
and stars and coffee
to sights unseen
it is the cycle of things

Competing interests
keeps things renewing
the paper becomes a poem
becomes a cardboard box
to ship a candle
that brings dreams
of evening glowings

The Future is formed from dreams.
Feed, and all actions
is like nectar
to the cycle of things
that bring the evening glowings.

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