Enlightened by an august sky
a subtle movement calls my eye
I slyly glance then chance to spy
a dime-sized orange butterfly;
to me, a man considered tall
it seems so very frail and small
but here beneath horizon’s thrall
we’re both infinitesimal.
Are You Reading Me?
Hey Bob,
ReplyDeleteTrue, my friend, in the scheme of things we are all specks of dust on life's table but the beauty is that you take the time to appreciate 'sighs' and in turn make others appreciate them as well. Take care. Shirl
True, Im feeling very infantesismall right now.
ReplyDeleteI thought I did not like whymes but you make it an art, excellent
ReplyDeleteHey Shirley, well thanks my friend 8^D
ReplyDeleteGlenn, if I had a dollar every time I felt that way I'd be a despondent millionaire ;) Cheer up bud.
Hello Plus (I was going to use initials but didn't want to be a stinker) sorry that was bad. Thank you very much that means a lot coming from someone as talented and accomplished as you. I love your blog, just haven't had time to leave a comment yet. Please stop back again.
A good thing to remember
ReplyDeleteWhen we decide
What is
and what is not
a planet
Now don't you feel like a big lumbering oaf next to that delicate butterfly? I bet that made your day. I guess the infinitesimal part is some comfort. :)
ReplyDeleteHey Oz, ah very good, well it still is in my mind.
ReplyDeleteHey Jo, yes actually I did feel like that. 8^D
Take care and thanks for commenting,
Bob