Quietly it waits,

Flutters rapid wings

Hidden from prying eyes

Invisible, in the forest's shade

It waits...

It chooses to be found,

Chooses to be seen.

How beautiful

The buzzing of colorful wings

Freely claiming the sky

Announce their presence

And flaunt its beauty--

Wait for it,

It's not bound to iron bars

Steel cages or human expectation

Its heart is wild:

Unclaimed and untamed

Enigmatic and sporadic

On a journey of its choosing

And it waits patiently

Moves in its own time.