It can be anyone you want to be, in this. Anyones…
Watching
A little boy watched the blue dipped sky,
It was so fanciful but he never wondered why.
Every morning there he was,
Staring up at the sky and never had a pause.
A little butterfly flickered past,
Its wings catching his attention fast.
So pure and right,
Hours and hours of observing.. He never noticed it turned night.
Year and years later he returned,
Only to see the same butterfly he did years ago upturned.
The man sat down in his old space,
And watched the scene of night take place.