----------"From butter to fly "--------------------This haiku poem, gorgeously & extensively beautifies the lifestyle of a butterfly. Gideon with pure nature creativity & ego, lavishly painted a butterfly with coat of many colours, describing it as a rainbow mix, colour collage, heavenly jacket. The poet coins the name "butterfly" imploring both the abilities of a butter, an edible sweeting & a fly ie to flight.___________Hullo butterfly!_______colour beam, in wings you paired to flight you flap---your wings though fixed, Its stretched to soar---adapts to wind into thin air. beaming flaping beauty; you sculptured your name from butter from fly to butterfly, i scent your lips nectar it scents from toast to toast, it's taste you sip its wine you dine, kisses you into enchantment ebony gleaming spears, succulent proboscis---hullo butterfly! colour gleam, speckles of rainbows, wingy propellers, you set to wind, into thin sky, you catch a glimpse fiddles your brains. to sight you bright dual nonmetallic lovely antennas. hello butterfly!---coloured sparkles, pinky, purple, indigo, wine, forest green, reddish love, yellowish sunshine, milky way, bubble blue, oxblood red, golden splashes, whitish cloud, skyline blue, Silver stripes diamond flowering wings, heavenly robes, earthly jacket, born ornamental, photo pinnacles, colour collage, .., ....................................................... Play write-ups dances ------ choreography in a scene I-----------------------In this haiku sunshine poem, Gideon------------drew the scene of a stage play to the minds of the readers. He relishes the attire of the sunlit on the stage for the applauding audience to enjoy. Describing & imaging his write-ups resembling dancers on a stage, exhibiting their reality in choreography.________The stage is set, as the audience fixed their eyes fitted to the scene, to feed. sun lit the early morning clouds, it disappeared, gold appears spraying warmth fragrance, on dews of still sleeping leaves to paint them dry awakening the greens, yet it stood firmly up the skyline smiling sunlight lit on the greens, It coat them with it green pigment chlorophyll, away the pale to fertility. and far deep into the horizon, golden colourings arrayed the skywalk it shines. the sun the painter, an artiste, with a golden handle, with a golden brush. sunshine mixed the early morning skyline and rainbow appeared, beaming into sevens orange gold, bubble blue reddish blood, indigo deep, yellowish flakes, forested green, velvety. sun lit, and beneath; I turned to listen to my own write-ups, to feel how its strings inner my ear drums, and how it acts on the stage. on my write-ups sunlight shimmering. It plays the sound of a gong boom!!!. and like a drum, it beat talking back at me---and as it plays on the stage, I smile, sunlight in my countenance, a stage scene. my write-ups dancing choreography. into daylight dream am trapped, transported into oblivion._________ __________________Ode to a fairy Nightingale_________________________________...............Gideon's ode to this beautiful distinguished bird, a nightingale, sends praises to her & her melodious voice. The poet ascribes to this lovely singing beauty the abilities of a heroin. Capable rescuing trapped wings by hunters.______________O nightingale, golden tingles, silver piped beaks, purpled feathers, fairy wings, quivering tongue. You sing down honeycomb, down the bees' hive the menthol your voice, for healing of wings tendering bleeding tones bounding broken spirits, sniped by fairy hunters. the percussion; you sing, sends the chirping crickets goes numb and your melodic tune shadows, canopy, safe haven for their being stringer of heavenly sings, signalling stars to chime at your cerebral symphonies, they smile your voice, a sharp fierce sword, cutting away ropes of snares trapped by fairy hunters, to bring home its prey.