17 April

Why does your soul ring so true,
Almost as a butterfly--
bold in its blues and audacious oranges--
Springs forth from the caccoon
to new life, breaking free from the shackles of
incubation and childish growth,
Free now to flutter about in your flowing beauty.
Today was just perfect;
You ruined my hockey game though.
I'll have to search deep in my heart,
to see if I can forgive you for this.