Being born is not a major event,
Metamorphosis is!!
Borrowing the green
of the leaves
Flourishing and
falling in love.
Fall? The butterfly
would rather fly in love
And in the process
ensure
more flowering , more
blossoming.
I sense the intense
desire in the fluttering of wings
As if it wishes to
make sense of its being.
I stand and stare
Fascinated
At life unfolding...
I reach out to touch
but the wings
proclaim their freedom!
-SG
