In a lens, under his wings i saw flight
soaring high, his dreams were might
never knowing the dark future
approaching and without a cure
Under his wings i saw light and tomorrow
his hardships and sweat he sow
for today he will reap the fruit
and later we'll hear his hoot
He falls on his wings with days no more
we never know what he's here for
but under his wings we discover
his beauty even when his life was over
Funny but this poem was inspired by this mosquito that
died in the laboratory and I happen to take a picture of
his wings under a microscope LOL
