BUTTERFLY WINGS
I never know how far I'll go
or where the future wends.
I only know where once I was
when first my life begins.
Influenced by so many ones,
a multitude of blends ...
some are good and some are bad,
blood kin or school or friends.
A hundred apples in a seed,
bright trills a sparrow sings ...
a ripple from a far-off wave ...
a dance of butterfly wings.
The new-mown grass around my feet
faint moves with every step.
I brush against so many ones,
and pray that I can help.
Not racing like an ocean wave,
loud crashing to the shore ...
like ripples of the ebbing tide,
soft words accomplish more.
A drop of dew upon the grass,
I know not how it clings.
My influence must be just and good,
like gossamer butterfly wings.
... written by Netagene, July 23 - August 4, 2020 ... "Remember how far reaching your influence can go ... Like the song about how many apples in a seed ... or butterfly wings that eventually reach everywhere." --- my comment to TimCottonWrites, on Facebook, July 21, 2020
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