Moths meander on wings of nonchalance in fragrant meads

Flying in a bubble of oblivion and carefree delight

From one colourful bowers of redolent breath to another

Singing sweet tunes under their  breath in blissful delight

And sip sweet nectarine ambrosia from flimsy veins

Those reticulate on the satin fabric of hueful petals

It kisses the lips of dewy flowers with stinging touch

And then flies way without a thought of the relinquished bud

Flirting with the dainty butterflies on rainbow wings

They fly in the fragrant breeze of the spring of refulgence

An epitome of juvenility unknown to grief and maturity

It was no care of the morrow to come it lives for today

Basking in the mellow golden light of the benign monarch

And dancing to weird tunes of the lyre of the cricket

Teasing the diligent laborious honeybees that store

Sucked nectar of flowers as saccharine golden honey for tomorrow

It meanders in the meads with feet hennaed with pollens

Cradled by the vines of hueful flowers with soporific breath

It drinks dewdrops from the pools on the petals

Its life a braided rainbow of enthusiasm and delight

Throwing its cares and troubles to the wind

And embracing life with exquisite enthusiasm…