Field of Butterflies

We sit under the spreading banyan
Young, yet already imposing
Blessed shade from the beating sun
In widest expanse of blue sky

Wispy cloud against fuzzy blue at one end
To ripe white fluff on sharp azure overhead
A canvas for trees growing tall in freedom
Home to myriad feathered friends

Green grasses wave gently
Marked here and there
By the constant flutter of little wings
Yellow, pale green, brown and orange, black and white

Two cameras, now on standby
Stay readied to follow
The slightest movement and flash of colour
In the warm buzz of hidden life

We look out in companionable silence
Orange and camouflage green domes in the distance
Makeshift kitchen and cupboard on wheels
No more than specks in this big picture
Happy to be here :)