There's a palpable imbalance In that universe of crows; It's a slight shift in the zephyr That commences an ominous stir. Yet, the little flower continues Chasing butterflies in the forest Of chortling, iridescent trees; For, she surmises the miracle That this snippet of rapture Shall come to symbolize; As she's bound to be one Of the plodding masses Who shall have to endure Whatever befalls this realm. So, she dances with the bees. "Chasing Butterflies" The threat of pain should never mean succumbing to stasis and defeat. Key Phrase: chasing butterflies in the forest Challenger: Kumarpal Bhai (c) Pinterest Photo.