vibrant colours drop down dead..
woven magic in orange and red..
wht a life they lived till yesterday..
in a backdrop of grey they lie today..
yet unflinching and smiling..
a new philosophy defining...
to dwell in flowers inspite of fear..
to postpone that impending tear..
with nothing to fret or regret...
both life and death they've met..
a bauble they might seem,
those worthles little things...
there's a lot we can learn
from those butterfly wings....
