has anyone ever wondered how a butterfly sleeps? does it keep flapping its wings in the night until its lull brings it to dreams? only to create a cosmic latte, for all the world to see. does it hide among the twist and turns of the yellowing tule trees, waiting for the sun to rise? only to close its eyes again, slowly. waking in the dead of night to create cosmic cream of vanilla stars and snow shakes never open its eyes to winter’s breeze.
