by
John Welcher
innocent from the beginning, never knowing a hateful thought
slowly shedding their skin, a moment of wistful beauty is caught
escaping into subtle softness, as they prepare for first flight
naive notions of contentment, only a poetic glimpse of this sight
Rrandom fluttering takes place, no apparent rhyme or a reason
searching longing for the right path, journeys into all of the seasons
meeting others of their kind, tho none seem to spark an interest
singular thoughts keeping apart, feelings of love still very listless....
Traveling so very far, sharing their splendor with all that they meet
brief glances of their beauty, images that make us stop and think
wondering why they are there, wonderment of the time they have spent
knowing them only for that moment, their departure so very imminent.
Maybe there is no explanation, their behavior just for them to realize
simple life for a simple creature, is plenty for them to memorize
timeless beings always in our hearts, forever there so the mind can see
graciously flying into their own world, knowing that they are free.
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