The gentle rise
and softly fall
of little black
up in the blue
up it goes
to catch a wisp
a gift to give
to earthly mist
Dancing within
the clouds so high
little black
has a privileged eye
looking down
upon the earth
she opens her heart
a song to birth
Oh poor butterfly
who cannot reach
such grace and waltz
of little black’s feat
yet here she is
with all her might
to create the clouds
for little black’s flight
Up up they fly
these little wishes
in a grand escape
from flowery dishes
some are caught
and some set free
to realms of magic
where lives mystery
A Gap In The Clouds 