Monarch Butterfly Poem by Juan Olivarez

The Monarchs are flying,
to Mexico,
they fill the sky,
as they flit to and fro.
They are everywhere,
in orange and black,
heading south of the border,
and they won't be back.
Each year in the fall,
their pilgrimage starts,
they must answer the call,
that will soon break their hearts.
Once in their lives,
their one way trip looms,
en masse they respond,
as they float to their dooms.
All life is fleeting,
but beauty and grace,
is not what they are needing,
moving through this worlds maze.
One of the treasures,
God left on this earth,
there are no measures,
that can to value their worth.

5/7/10 29 palms ca.