Hurricanes rage on the islands of Pacific O
From the flutter to the flight
Of the smallest flap out of sight,
The wings of a butterfly go.
Insignificance! As the choices may seem.
Irrelevance! As they may be—
To choose the most forgettable path, you see?
Becomes infamous or famous—nightmare or dream.
Chaos! Not disorder.
For the former has a path!
‘Tis not random but chance.
Paths intertwine in a "pathless" dance.
Tornadoes rage on the flattest of plains
From the flutter to flight
Of the smallest flap in your sight,
The wings of a butterfly's lane.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem