While walking through my backyard jungle garden, I found an innocent flower of unique beauty hiding behind a decomposing compost bin not touched since the Kennedy administration, just swaying in the sun so lackadaisically charmed. I carefully transplanted it into my bedroom to show off its beauty. I didn't realize it but two caterpillars were cocooned on the underside leaves. A week later I awoke to dancing butterflies floating around my room like cartoon Angels in a controlled windstorm, syncopated flutters to the beat of my fish tank bubble pops. Free of worries, beautiful as life, their insect aura gave off a flow of feng-shui shine, their wings were like a Mozart melody oil painted on a canvas of clouds. Landing on the flower that once housed their silk tombed pre-flight life, the EYE patterns on their wings stared at me as if to say, "wish you were here". Not sure if I was dreaming or awake, I tried to float along side them by using my mind as an airport. Realizing their kingdom of freedom was limited to my bedroom walls, I opened up my window and waved bye to them... and myself.