Perfection

The beauty about perfection

Is how imperfect it truly is.

A reflection in the pond of the trees

Almost perfect, but for the ripples 

Caused by small fish 

As they nibble at the surface.

A butterfly landing briefly,

At the tip of your nose.

Slowly opening her wings 

A canvas of sorts.

Revealing the most artistic 

Of creations.

Alas a small twitch of the nose

Has her startled

Promtping her to flitter and flutter

Goodbye.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s