A single swoop, a flutter of a delicate
wing. cascades
of breeze flitting to the other side of the garden,
taunting a rose's petal. confusing swirls
hitting the glass of a window, the rest rising
up to the clouds. giving the static marshmallows
a little nudge, rising into a push, sending
them swimming over the heads of
humanity. while a butterfly hovers
innocently, its glass-like wings reflecting
the sweet sunlight of an approaching
storm.
clouds turn black from a pearly hue, sinking
towards the choppy terrain. grumbling,
compelling the air to spin up a
darkening storm. currents of air, so fragile,
so obedient, spiralling--a whirlpool
of tormented breeze.
power manifested in threads of air
turned wicked, charting a path of carnage.
which stemmed from the guiltless, unassuming
flutter of a creature's wing, culminating
in a fiery storm. the butterfly
effect.
