WHISPERS OF WINGS

If the butterfly alights upon a bloom,
expecting nectar’s sweet perfume,
but finds barren petals, does it sigh?
Yet it flutters on, beneath the azure sky.

And if a wave, born of the sea’s embrace,
swells mighty, yet succumbs to grace,
fading ere it meets the waiting shore,
it whispers secrets, lost forevermore.

But what of humans, seekers of love’s gleam,
who chase elusive dreams in moonlit stream?
For some, it remains a distant star,
for others, fleeting as shadows are.

Unlike the rooted tree, the graceful sprite,
or the surging wave, ephemeral in its might,
the human heart, a mystery, beats strong,
its resilience echoed in life’s song.

I say, it moves by the rhythm of its heart,
a symphony of hope, a work of art,
unfurling petals in the morning dew,
undaunted by what life may construe.

So let us marvel at nature’s grand design,
wherein each creature, be it yours or mine,
finds strength within, to rise and soar,
and dance with joy, forevermore.

:: 02.26.2024 ::