Realisation (Aged 18 - August 1997)

I look out my window

I don't know how many times a day.

Nothing new;

Houses, trees, children playing.

I can't hear what they're saying

But it sounds fun.

These things we take too much for granted.

We never realise truly what they mean

Or why they're there.

Today I looked out

And suddenly looked into the pure depth of life.

A Butterfly

As colourful as the rainbow and as

Soft as a cloud,

Landed softly on a swaying leaf.

The Sun,

Immediately behind it,

Was beginning to set.

It could have been any leaf.

It could have been any tree.

It could have been anything else.

Then I realised quietly to myself

That I am a Butterfly.

I am soft, vulnerable to

Predators - Beautiful.

Even if I can't find a

Perfect leaf to sit upon,

I know that I will always

Have a place to land

Beneath the closing of the day:

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