Resting gently on the screen.
Outstretched wings of velvet green.
Drawn to the light, barely unfurled,
into some alien world now hurled.
Mysterious creature , secrets unknown.
Quickly birthed, quickly gone.
Resting gently on the earth.
With outstretched wings we find our worth.
Drawn to the light, in a world colored ink,
we sometimes falter, oft times sink.
Mysterious creatures, our stories yet told,
will we be dross, or will we be gold?