The air I breathe your dance partner. An eternity of lifts and turns.
Like badly died hair your colours change but you’re resolute your form remains strong.
Shedding your load you bare all, wilting, falling like butterflies to the ground.
Feeding on life you give it to me your beauty elegant, unpredictable and sure.
Returning fitter, the hibernation adds a ring and you are ready for more of the same…