Beauty of Butterflies
Beauty of Butterflies I remember walking in haste One sunny day in May, As many of us often do— Unattached from nature. It was chance, I guess, Or fate, I assume—though I’ve always relied on the empirical, That I stopped by this particular garden. Rich in flowers and bushes, It was like having an optical orgasm. I fixated on a group of butterflies, Five or six, resting on a bush with Strange flowers. They were […]