Commentary and Philosophy Poetry posted April 18, 2009 |
contemplative quatrains
The Butterfly and Lady Bug
by adewpearl
A butterfly with golden wings flew in my yard by chance, but being far too busy then, I gave it but a glance. I had to plant in parallel my perfect rows of seeds, and then, of course, pull out the roots of all offending weeds. My garden lay in disarray, not tidy as I planned, so I was tugging dandelions and thistles out by hand. I had no time to watch it flit, to flutter and to fly -- each second I took heed of it, my life was passing by. And so the butterfly gave up the dance it danced for me, to rest upon a leafy plant and see what it could see. Right there upon the selfsame leaf it spied a lady bug, who seemed content to soak the sun, while feeling warm and snug. This butterfly and lady bug became the best of friends, while in my garden I pulled weeds, and so our story ends. |
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My thanks to Surmed, whose delightful photograph inspired this poem.
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