In the midst of catching a glimpse
of such a wonderful fluttering butterfly
I was born
who would know
it was once a caterpillar
without knowing them?
and, then came the dark clouds in a flurry
and thunder clapping
the lightening flashing
the rain pounding down
I wondered where the butterfly had gone to hide?
soon, the rain broke itself away
and the sun came through a cloud
and it’s like I felt God telling me in his silence
that everything of this earth is of a temporary nature
that we were all born from the dirt
and, to there we will return.