The blue iris daintily opened its petals letting the dawn dew lie down on its corolla.
The fineness of the flower and the sparks of the early light on the purity of the soft tears from heaven attracted a splash of color in a butterfly costume; it landed softly on the clean surface and moved its wings slowly as if trying to comfort the florescence.
Gently Butterfly unfolded its tongue shyly caressing the inner chalice causing a quivering of pollen avid pistils.
While Butterfly quaffed the nectar, the stamens shudder in harmony throwing a fertile cloud over the carpel giving birth to a new generation.
Then in silence as it came, Butterfly flew away satisfied, while the corolla was left nodding softly an appreciative symbiosis...
Fragment of "Waltz of remembrance" by Prince Kalender.
© 2013 Od Liam.