The sunup peeping through the silhouette of leaves
Of sturdy trees that spread their branches open wide
Awakes the butterfly on still leaf that believes
In tiny chances wind will blow and feet will stride
Toward the mountain's peak where spires sprightly sway
As clouds in heaven turns the blue sky into gray.
The sunup climbs the skies as do the stars at night
The leaves, the roses point their petals to the prime
And vapors, too, do cleave and find their place in right
Direction followed by the bubbles in the brine.
Success and dreams, though seemingly too far apart
Will meet in time and place inside the human heart
When all the nature's winds and butterflies will go
The same high mountains feet will walk with heads bow'd low
Copyright © Sherwin Balbuena