Flutter, flutter, flutter on my friend,
on, around, and down to the end.
Not but a whisper of patience,
a testament to peace and repose;
You flutter, flutter around
inexorably drawn to the ground.
Evocative of the spirit which lifts,
you demonstrate the drive to Earth which all living are wary.
So I watch you succumb
whether one or many
thinking not of falls but flight –
the possibilities uncanny.
Geistenfunke - Sparking Thought 