In the rushing of blood
minutes get purchased
hours are flooded
and time ceases
when all work is done

to advance my destiny.
The butterfly floats
to the whims of the wind
but has choice of when
to
land-
again

to nurture 'is life
and those 'e cares for
in the symbiotic dance
of life.
The harmony sublime
to which definition
otherwise defies
cognizance,
for what pattern
does a butterfly
enhance?

The greatest of ease
purchases minutes
as a butterly floats
in symbiosis