"Under the Wings of the Butterfly" Immitation of "How to Listen"

I am going to lie limp on the grass of the park

like a child tired from play;

I am going to watch as a butterfly dips

softly, carefree, beneath the canopy of the mulberry tree--

its powdered wings catching wind 

and carrying itself along the breeze.

I am going to allow the breeze to relieve

me of unwanted thoughts, under the wings of the butterfly.

For once, I will not think about a problem,

or task undone.

For once, I am going to let my mind wander,

just as the butterfly.