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