Life is a journey.
Butterflies flit between blos-
soms as August ends.
Petals drift in the
cove. Life’s a journey, we say.
Words to conjure with.
Butterflies, petals
wander through my mind. Master
Chuang looks at the fish.
Life is a journey.
Butterflies flit between blos-
soms as August ends.
Petals drift in the
cove. Life’s a journey, we say.
Words to conjure with.
Butterflies, petals
wander through my mind. Master
Chuang looks at the fish.