Sunset may be stunning,
But darkness sets in after it
Roses may be alluring
But their thorns could cut a finger tip.
Butterflies may signify beauty,
But their lives wither like a whirlwind.

But stars shine brighter when darkness comes,
Roses have petals where you could lay your thumbs.
And a butterfly's short life is where it truly lived.

Life gives us these tasks,
To find beauty beneath the frightening mask.
To anticipate the dawn after a gloomy dusk.
To wander and wonder, to seek and to ask.