A butterfly roams amongst the old gnomes
Guided by gusts of warm winds, and the sun.
In search of home, lost, some ages ago,
it flutters on and off flowers, for fun.
That’s how I try to live – improvised peace
is the path that I craft with each moment,
alas, I flutter on by, through the trees
and flowers of life’s garden. I fold in
my wings, and sing songs of tranquility,
resting on lush grass, my reflexes slow.
Exhaling joy, all possibilities,
all places seem like a great way to go.
May we all flutter our butterfly wings
along all the days that this life shall bring. – RSM
Rubén Sebastián Muñiz | ∞ 