Iron Butterfly in Flight

Iron butterfly, as we lift it is a gift. Beautiful fall tree colors from the air paint a melody in my mind. Water skirting the scene creates MAJESTY. Sunshine in my window guiding the way. Flapping the wing creates lift. Babies frolic in their minds as we stay on course. A screen with a little cable on it keeps this butterfly concentrated and the air keeps me entertained. I look for the lilac, but I find browns as move on our way. I become one with the steel and we imagine success in every motion of the body and wings of the jet. It is okay for me to be this different. I will merge with my almighties soon enough.