Chase the sweetest nectar,
Blown here and there by the wind,
Chased by the storm, bask in the sun,
Endless pursuit of the ideal fun.

Battered bruised and blown off course,
But taking advantage of endless joys.
The random motion, erratic, jerky,
The sporadic flights, ever quirky.

The essence of beauty, sign of peace,
The free spirit, wanderer of love,
A creature beyond the mortal despair,
Floating gracefully through the air.

What is a cage, bars of steel walls of stone,
Or the binding placed on the soul,
Keeping one down, held in place,
The torments and torture bringing disgrace.

Don’t let the beauty be restrained,
The essence of freedom be contained,
By the woes of despair, chronic pain,
The pangs of hurt that drive insane.

The warm breeze will slip off your wings,
The flower fall out of reach,
But summer comes evermore,
With the wings of beauty it will restore.