Wings Colourful, Widely spread;
It breezes along, the flower bed.
Pretty flowers, Natural scent;
Alongside it, beautifully unkempt.
Graceful sun, Embracing warmth;
Flower to flower, Fluttering along.
Wings float, Drifted by the wind;
Higher and higher, mid-air its in.
Scent is lost, flowers gone;
Missing in the air and beyond.
Flutter weakens, wind missed;
Downward spiral, and it spins.
Lost and paralysed, in its state;
Whirlwind of events belies its fate.
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