Rhopalocera's dreamflower

the dreamflower  
sings to me  
as my head  
rests on the grass  
i can hear the birds and bees  
in tune with the rustle of the trees  
chirping and buzzing, high hatt and repeat  
i can feel the tickles of the ants on my feet  
as the heat succumbs to the grounding beat  
While the dreamflower sings, and the earth makes music  
my mind makes no haste, For in either direction, is perfection.  
hence, blessings of the day appreciated in every way  
and as the most beautiful feelings arise  
patterns of the butterfly shadows upon the land,  
eager my eyes to find the Rhopalocera surprise  
and above they can be seen, they flutter dancing drunken with pollen  
above they are; magnificent in colourful delight  
fading gently into  the comming night    
and the dreamflower sings delicately,
until heavy eye lids slip  
into nothingness.