no trivial accomplishment,
such fickle creatures,
not really their fault,
beauty stuns them.
Theirs is a momentary flight of fancy
light captured in a pinhole snapshot,
They are guided by warm gusts of wind.
Charles Darwin understood the
migratory flight patterns of butterflies,
An army of Monarchs descending on a peaceful rain forest,
Strength enough to cause a ripple effect across another
Beauty to behold,
Strength in fragility.