Archive for May 31, 2012

Be like a butterfly

The moment we are born, we start to die.
As butterflies should we be in our place,
they give to flowers when they know to fly
and make it art to do it with such grace.

From when we feel the earth under our feet
we know that there is more for exploration
enjoying every new day that we meet
and growing up we feed our expectation.

But for the butterflies we meet on our way
there soon’s an end to everything they know
when pretty flowers fade in their decay,
reminders of the day they too will go.

Between the moment they are born and death
they cherish each and every taken breath.

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