when butterflies spread their wings
they don't go back into their cocoon
but just go out upto whatever flings
'n' embrace the faith that to be soon

hence the chrysalis already strewn
for time they do not let them wring
their own future graciously drewn
into skies of possibilities they'll sing

from flower to flower life they bring
no death for which they're immune
by as larvae already learned to cling
unto beauty as shinin' as the moon

for there many wonders in it as it is
hidden within their metamorphosis


*..love always...


عرفان بن يوسف © AH 28/03/1437