Oblivious to nature’s peril
A butterfly so small
... hovers in marvel of flowers abloom
... it savors its while... yet so short
... perhaps a destiny to fulfill
Life... so bound in unceasing journey
... to a fate I know not where
... as flowers wither
... yet the buds remained inevitable
... to bloom... and to await its beauty
... perhaps a new butterfly... to hover by again
Journey not in solitude
... thy hands so tenderly held... in hope
... as the butterflies kisses the blooms
Walter Sanson Lotilla
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/quandary-of-fate/
