This World of Color

Fields of purple and yellow and white,
Commingle into one world of color.
Can you imagine that?
Seeing the waves of the ocean,
Simply by watching the wind's passage through the grass!

It is the inheritance of butterflies,
To fly in the fragrance of those collided colors.
And yet one certain butterfly,
Unrepeated,
Delicately painted,
Chooses me over the flowers continuously!
Never had I known before,
How friendship could be kindled,
In the absence of words.

I hold in my hand a bouquet,
Of shades of purple I had never met before.
I had never known flowers to be so lovable,
I had never known myself to be so capable of belonging.

I find myself,
In a world I had been taught to fear-
But no longer do the buzzing of the bees,
Nor the mysterious movers in the grass,
Nor the fury of the windblown trees,
Frighten me.
For now at last I feel,
How I belong to this world of unfaked words.