Friendship
Pages & Wings
Top of the morning to you all! Rise and shine! The sun is blazing, breakfast is cooking, and the day is ready. I just finished my breakfast and am now heading to my reading corner—by the window, where sunrays stream in, surrounded by potted flowers and a soft, grassy-green carpet. Here I sit, opening my book. Natural light is far better than lamplight, after all. I settle in, determined to finish the book, but today, the world seems to have other plans. An orange-and-black butterfly lands on my page, fluttering its wings, pulling my attention from the words. The windows and door are closed… How did it get in? With a wave of my hand, it leaves the book, and I return to reading. But the butterfly seems starved for attention, fluttering around as if to say, "Pssst! Notice me!" Realizing I won’t get any reading done, I mark the page, close the book, and mutter, "You win." Now, I watch as the butterfly parades around the blooms—a refreshing sight. As it flutters, the flowers sway gently, as though dancing along, helping it steal the show. I sprinkle the blooms with water and simply sit there, soaking in the beauty of the flowers and their subtle scents—far lovelier than any perfume. And that’s how my morning unfolded: in the company of butterflies and blossoms. The sun shone bright, the book lay wide, I turned the page with joy and pride. But wings of orange and black took flight— A dancing, fluttering, sly delight! My reading plans? Completely foiled! The blooms and breeze—we’ve won, they smiled. So book now shut, I sighed, "Alright," And let the morning bloom… just right.
By Staringaleabout a year ago in Poets
