Filled with life

We look big to small. We are not done looking here.

The backyard
Is filled
With life.
No wonder
We could not move
From here.
From ash
To crab apple
Down to milkweed
With its chaw marks
On the leaves.
It seems everyone
Loves
Milkweed,
Not just monarchs.
We thought
We had planted
A butterfly garden.
It seems we planted
A garden
For everyone.
We watch
We wait
We see
Who will come.