Orchesis

Like a butterfly,
I fly
In this garden of pricks and pearls,
Dancing in the wind,
With the wind,
Drifting back and forth,
Up and down
I swirl and twirl,
My world whirls and I fall down dizzy
Gliding softly,
Slowly
Giving this flight a little time,
Living every second,
Before I die
And finally, I become a flower
Beautiful and still