Beautiful Form

first draft, please help!

Up in the sycamore tree, gold and green,
wind shifting the leaves,
the flirting sun transferring
shadows, makes it seem iridescent,
like the scales of a verdant fish, wings
of a japanese beetle,
or some tropical butterfly.

Looking up you will dizzy,
the manic shaking
of a million metallic wings,
fish-scale, leaves against a steady sky
nomadic negatives,
like the frenzied swirling
of some organic kaleidoscope.