Have you ever observed the magic of a butterfly and how the flowers bloom with it’s touch? Let’s experience it through poetry.
The Lines
These soft lemony flowers, bright and fresh,
This shaded green foliage, a beautiful mesh,
Attracts this petite aviator of the low skies,
To share tainted secrets and misconstrued lies,
To reveal how humans oft distort reality,
As an attribute of their mortal frailty.
As I look in awe,
At these cohorts exhibiting acts of sorcery,
In a language beyond human glossary.
I wonder,
Nature has its own way of expression,
A language beyond human comprehension,
Which leaves a spray of an illusionary impression,
On the minds clogged by filthy grains of aggression.
I ponder a little and realize,
Nature calls us in ways innumerable,
To unfold what’s hidden, in ways unimaginable.
But we remain deaf to this song of existence,
Which flows unhindered without any resistance,
And we turn a blind eye to this divinity’s dance,
Missing this very golden chance,
Of experiencing a zesty trance,
And relishing this magnificent happenstance.
I smile in joy,
At this resplendence of knowing,
The consequence of sowing,
The seeds of curiousity,
Which burst into enormity,
Erasing the darkness of ignorance,
With it’s revelatory illuminance.
The butterfly makes the flower,
Bloom and shine like an earthy star,
And the flower makes the butterfly glimmer,
Like a sprinkled florid shimmer.
Their proximity is a stay so brief,
But the emotions linger on a belief,
That a beautiful blend it is,
Like an everlasting bliss,
Of an unconditional love,
So profound and deep,
Reminding one,
That distance is left,
With only feelings to keep,
As a token of that conjunction,
Where memories form the foundation,
And faith, the pillars of affirmation,
To make this residual life, a marvelous
construction.
BUTTERFLY: FLOWER: NATURE
Tulip Brook 