zhengrui  (30 oct 2023)

it’s the wings you possess,

which let you traverse as the world morphs.

you were once challenged by speed wiggling,

chewing on greens,

yet you quench for nectar now,

while you bring life elsewhere.

your skin succumbed

to the cruelty of time

as you survive in a fresh state.

yet, you have never changed.

it’s the wings you possess,

while in your little bubble

which had to drag you out.

too comfortable in your old home,

dont you feel jealous

seeing others of your kind different?

your old skin is a testament

of your story, tears are burden

to your wings, winds are for you

to ride and hover and feel.

it’s the wings you possess,

while in some field of nature,

which you succumbed to.

flying into someone’s world,

to the moon and back --

like butter, wings freely fluttering.

those little vibrations ornate,

chapter by chapter, page by page,

in a new ethereal reality.

wings flutter in synchrony.

it’s the wings you possess,

which made me realise

where beauty had been stashed away.

i can see your passion in compassion,

colours in ours.

flowers bloom for us,

spring never fails to be lonely.

i recognise

beauty will inevitably fade,

yet i recognise

people too

so as you.