Within every motion is a consequence,
for with wings there is motion.
Disturbing the flow of the world around it.
For with a sting there is but one consequence,
a flutter of tasteful demise for oneself.
The pain on the other is fleeting,
for life was about on point.
But when a thousand wings flutter,
they move more than mountains.
for a breath when made by the many can influence
more than just a point made in anger.
