when you are feeling like a butterfly
float,
you may float for a while since you know very well
that you have only one day
to live,
you will break a wing and then dive to earth
and have peace,
no one sees how you struggled with just one wing
and then
tired you give up breathing
and the ant sees you
happy that they have your body for their
feast
then you are gone forever,
you think that way
but one of your atoms from your fragile body has been
absorbed by
a root
and that is where you are taken
up to the trunk and then twigs and then leaves
and then into
a flower
where a butterfly by chance happens to like you
in the petal and
sips the nectar and you with it
and then you have become a part of the butterfly again
you want to remind it about what happened to you
but you have no words anymore.
you have the force, but it is as tiny as the ant.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem