With the delight in eyes,
She waits for the catch
That alights from a petal.
And discerning hues of a little butterfly…
With an ecstatic heart,
Nothing more is demanded to settle.
In a simpleton existence or nature’s lap…
The lotus of heart blooms,
Scrapping off the outer futility that clings.
For its the blessing of Innocence,
That one can feel…
The joy of beauty even in small things.