Irony of Existence

Flutter flutter, oh my butterflies!
Never rely on any flower
To spread fragrance or bling colours;
No flower cares how you breathe…
And you can never outlive flowers' charm!

Don't tilt your head away, oh my flower!
It took a decade to find you in my desert;
My butterflies started fluttering
To your radiance and fragrance;
Your charm of changing colours kills them slowly.

Both my flower and butterflies act on their whimsy,
Though I act like I am in control…