The butterflies just kept coming

Their wings vivid orange

Looked like chips of sunshine

The sight marvelous, awe-inspiring

Such a small furious flutter

All that they have seen

Flicked off like secrets to the wind

I encountered the butterfly cloud

On a bright blue summer day

Knob shaped mountain butterflies

Every summer

Passionate

Enveloped in an orange haze

Suffering seems shocking to people, which I understand

The butterflies streaming it does seem weird