What use is a butterfly?
Why does it struggle in vain against the blustery breeze?
Is there a purpose unseen and unheard
Beneath the green canopy where it eventually finds rest?
Is it there for our recreation, our pleasure or our sport?
Why is the black spot on its white wings so precisely
placed?
Will we miss them when they are gone?
In the winter or forever.
If one species dies out will another replace and does it
really matter?
We are not aloft and apart from these seemingly
insignificant creatures,
Our destiny lies in their hands as much as the other way
round.
The butterfly effect is real,
One flap of gossamer and the world changes
No more fluttering, no more world.
