Treasure Island

Philip Carter

(London)

Butterflies & The Cascade Theory


Where are they going?
Their flight seems so aimless
A gentle breeze alters their flight path
Up & down, back & forth
No direction is the target
They have no defence against predators
They are helpless
Yet, with a beat of their fragile wings
They can change the weather pattern
In distant countries, thousands of miles away.

Submitted: Monday, July 29, 2013
Edited: Monday, July 29, 2013

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Thought of this whilst in a pub, watching butterflies moving aimlessly in the gentle breeze.

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  • John Brown (10/11/2013 2:05:00 PM)

    Nice little poem. I've always thought that, as everything is made of atoms, all things must therefore be connected, or at least in touch with each other. It seems so obvious. (Report) Reply

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