what a dance, this chance,
these two butterflies floating
and exploring tentatively
side by side,
fluttering in the sunshine
between leaves and petals
and floating on the breeze
where the scent of honey is warm
with rhythm and possibility
what a chance, this dance,
an exquisite waltz together,
swaying intuitively to the rise and fall of
distant hills and valleys,
both filled with the hope
they’ll fly on and even soar
side by side
into sunsets and sunrises and
the warm embrace of life’s graceful symphony