Embedded are sunsets and clouds
upon the wings of a Monarch butterfly.
Their steadfast prowess against the wind
can be justified by its instinctual commitment.
Where and why do they go
stirring up placidness and tornadoes?
why question a bug worth admiring?
"A tramp, a gentleman, a poet, a dreamer, a lonely fellow, always hopeful of romance and adventure." ~Charlie Chaplin