You bud butterflies in purple haze. Bees speak your name, bud, and to spell you is to know you intimately, to smell you is to be 50ft high, climbing over our garage. You bud, and – bud, I need to chop you down, but you may be our only hope.

This is my offering for the #RedSkySessions series 4, ep 1, second exercise, which I am slowly imbibing.