I was lucky to be standing by.
The day was busy as I searched for employment.
My panic contrasted with the happy insect.
The cooperative flower spread an aura of peace.
I walked away softly to not disturb the scene.
The butterfly took aloft as I left.
It flew up to the sun and vanished.
As the afternoon faded, the flower slowly closed.
They share an ancient pattern.
I am happy to understand the ways of nature.
W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Journey Through a Garden
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