and so it happens <br />that each kept each nature <br />unique to itself <br />even in their own terms <br />of loving <br /> <br />the flower bloomed <br />the worm ate it <br />petal by petal <br /> <br />time justifies the consumption <br />upon the wings of <br />a beautiful butterfly <br /> <br />the wind still loves the sound <br />of the flutters<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-worm-and-the-flower/
