Hope Is But A Butterfly

Hope is but a butterfly,
That flutters in the mind
And dances almost whimsically,
Around chances, it does find.

Emerging from its waxy shell,
Where beauty has been grown,
To realise opportunities,
Previously unknown.

Thoughts kiss the transitory orb,
That lights a future course,
Of endless possibilities,
Where wings beat tornadoes perforce.

Leave your thought.