Inspired by "Dark Tower" and one winter evening

I feel them here.
Butterfly people.
Looking at world
Through the fruit-drop.
Fluidizing grounds,
Drawning bounds:
All that was solid
Now's liquid and florid
Looking at trees
Black in disease,
Roots,trunks and branches
Gloomy and arching,
Which are the cracks
Of moved universe.
All living expired
And flew disembodied:
Clouding creatures -
Weightless grey mixtures.
But butterfly people
Still will be here
Looking at world
Through the fruit-drop