Urban Jungle

The Butterfly

On a serene evening stroll
I saw a simple butterfly
Floating through the trees

She approached my hand
Fluttered her wings once
And was gone

They say that one butterfly
Beating its wings in China
Changes the weather in Africa

The wind of her wings
Lingered on my skin
And I felt her power

I kept walking my path
Ready, at last,
To change the world

Beginning

I am starting a new blog. Sure, I have a few random spots to post things, but I wanted a place just for writing. I used to be known as a writer- poems, stories, essays... but then I became an adult and I lost it. This blog is my attempt to write again, and have a place to share. I hope I get a lot of out of it, and I hope any readers get something out of it too.