The moth,
delicate and beautiful
sits on the kitchen floor
her fragile filigree wings fluttering
trying hard to fly, to escape
looking for a safe place
to lay the eggs she\'s carrying.
Must have come in
during the night
seeking warmth and light.
I hold her in my palm,
coaxing her to fly
she flutters her pale green wings,
not flying, just a soft flutter,
and then as I take her and put her
amongst the plants and trees,
in her natural surroundings,
like a miracle on wings
with a soft whisper of her wings
she flies from tree to tree,
plant to plant,
seeking a safe home for her babies.
Even a small being as a moth
has her survival instincts!
Set them free,
all of nature\'s creatures,
to live freely
to let the cycle of life continue.
That\'s the rule of nature!