Butterfly
As
a butterfly
Flutters its wings,
Stretching the gossamer
threads
Ready to take flight.
A wind blows,
The
butterfly strays,
Too small to resist,
Swept away by a force
Greater than itself.
Taking its bearings,
It tries to
return to the path.
Slight and fragile,
Refusing to give
up.
It succeeds,
Then fails at the next
disturbance,
Straying once more.
The butterfly is
beautiful
And very brief,
Fragile yet determined.
It
continues on regardless,
For a month,
Before tragedy
strikes,
Oblivious to beauty.
It shrivels and dies,
And
more butterflies
Are born.