Dance of the Butterfly

I watched white wings of gossamer,

Enchant a breeze, a lost glamour,

A cantrip cast, that had escaped,

The wizened wizard who just gaped,

At the majesty of nature’s spell,

The butterfly who will never tell,

How simple it is to thwart, be strange

To magic on the winds of change.

 

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