In summer, or spring, one year to the next
A butterfly's cocoon becomes undone.
Ecclesiastes told in hopeless text
Nothing is new if it's under the sun.
If nothing is new, what's variation?
Larval and pupal and then to the sky.
The butterfly arrived through mutation.
Escaping the keenness of a bird's eye.
But the more you look, the more you are bound
To get the meaning of Solomon's word.
For if the butterfly wasn't around,
Something else would be eaten by the bird.
So nothing changes, and that is the truth:
It's just wings and color, and blood and tooth.