“Beauty can be found in everything”, they say.
In an old dried up leaf about to fall?
I saw one just now as the dappled sunlight caught it and played with it for a moment.
I thought it was a butterfly quivering as it tried to keep its purchase in the breeze.
Then the sunlight faded and the butterfly became a dried up old leaf again.
So the question is this………
Was it the leaf that was beautiful?
Was it the sunlight, the breeze?
Or was it perhaps just the moment?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem