Of Hope and Beauty and All Things Lost by Michael de Waal-Montgomery

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A butterfly flutters, far from home
Carried on the wings, of a sentient void
It’s nature unknown, its beauty undying
In too short a time, the last is made false

The current it rides
Its will it surrenders
With nothing it came
And unchanged it returns

Exquisite in time, but by such a device
Unknown are the riddles, the riddles of sky

What comes to an end, what has a beginning?
The petals they peel, yet life there remains
From inside it sprouts, quite unlike the first
And death there ensues, yet life there remains…