Macaron

Surface as smooth as an ironed shirt,
With gold iridescent framing,
Butterflies, macarons, a cart of hearts
Full of delicious treats.

Inside, a clean white, like the petal of edelweiss
Covered with a soft pink like rose quartz
Lilac, blue, even brown patterns
With the smell of fresh paper wafting.

Under, flowers and hearts
The cart lime green
Attached to a cargo carrier, dark turquoise,
As butterflies do ballet in the wind
The macarons march to the floor

Hearts of bright pink drift down
And endless flowers softly touch the ground
Of an old fancy
Tea box